Witness
Day off yesterday, as it was a holiday.
Went to Shipshewana, Indiana, with some friends. There's a big flea market there in the middle of Amish country. I bought a miniature guitar. Lauran didn't buy much. It's all kind of surreal. Amish kids running around, speaking perfectly fine Amerian English, in expensive sneakers, checking out the cheapo CD players and smart-ass t-shirts. Lots of produce, flowers (real and plastic), tools, cleaning products, and few good old fashioned junk stalls. Here's some pictures of the weirdness: wigs, rope (?!), socks with no added sugar, swords...and creepy dolls. (I think porcelin dolls are like clowns--they're supposed to be cute, but they're actually creepy.)



After the shopping we went to a supposedly Amish restaurant, Das Essenhaus, which is in actuality a sprawling complex of shops, miniature golf, hotel rooms, and a big conference center. The restaurant building must seat at least several hundred. The food was fine, if you like big slabs of meat and potatoes (which I often do).