Unfortunately, with the blooming pottery trade, began to flourish another one - thieving. So in the time of pottery fair were heading for town not only potters and buyers, but all kind of thieves, robbers, prowlers, trouble makers, criminals, felons, culprits, villains, sticky five fingers, or four, when they didn't have one, pick pockets, petty thieves, rogues, rascals, mischiefs, tricksters, and crooks. Surprisingly, not many drunks and drug addicts showed up. Drunks and drug addicts didn't handle their body parts very well, they knocked down something and the potters were right there chasing them away. And women potters were lashing loud their tongues well. Everyone could hear them a block away. So drunks and druggies ran and didn't stop until at town periphery, where they rolled a cigarette with their shaky fingers, they even couldn't spit, because all spit dried up, when they were running, and went to try their luck to the pubs, or malls.
In the time of pottery fair the lawyers took a vacation time and flew to Miami to play golf and get suntan, or to some distant golf courses.
It happened to the potters, that they returned home without all profits, and the buyers missed not only money and credit cards, but their wallets, all change, pocketbooks, scarves and gloves as well. The beginning of March is still cold. One shopper took off a shoe with a sock to get a rid of a rock, but the shoe, brown sock, and little rock disappeared. This went to far.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, January 2011
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