farmers market. Supervising...ah, nah, just helped them set up and got out the way. I was wearing my Y hat.

Next to us was a guy selling mushroom oils and he commented on my hat, telling me that his mom and his sister both went to BYU, but he went to the U. He said he finally moved up to the PNW to get into business. I said, so your mom threw you out of the basement?

My grandson's laughed. It was precious. Especially when they sold $1,800 that day and the mushroom guy had 2 customers.