The Excitement Stirred in Roscoe Village
Please understand, I’m not slamming the Apple Butter Festival. Many people would love it. People into crafts would be in heaven I’m not even a festival guy. I didn’t. For me it was a humorous disaster.
First stop was a church parking lot we were directed to. $3 each to park. I asked if 1 spot for 2 bikes would be $3. They said no. That’s un-Christian right there – I think. I paid anyhow. I didn’t want to talk about $3 at the pearly gates, so I gave up the money, but we took 2 spaces.
First, I was yelled at a by an elderly Eastern European playing a harpsichord. I just pointed my camera at him playing. He freaked out. Whatever. Eastern European harpsichord players are cranky bastards.
There was an overwhelming amount of high-priced pallet wood art.
And the apple butter? There was one dude stirring apple butter. Here he is. He was about as excited as you expect a guy stirring apple butter to be.
I got a laugh out of the situation though. I hiked a serious hill and paid a $5 entry fee. There were more fees to do other things if one opted to, $5 got a visitor admission to a public street.
There was a really good band playing and the place smelled great with the food cooking. It wasn’t all bad.