recently my husband and i went to the annual yarmouth (maine) clam festival and i’m really glad we did. not because we like clams (we don’t) and not because the weather was beautiful (it was really hot). no, i’m glad we went because of a bunch of folding camping chairs.
you see, unbeknownst to us, the clam festival parade on friday night is a big deal. we were there earlier in the day on friday and all up and down main st., which was the central corridor for the festivities as well as the parade route later that evening, both sides of the street were lined with a motley assortment of those portable fabric chairs.
folks had evidently come out early that morning to claim their spot by leaving their chairs set up along the edge of the street. this may not seem terrifically exciting at first glance, until you realize that these people who had put their chairs out expected that, all day long as neighbors and strangers alike traipsed up and down main st., no one would steal the chair itself or move the chair to secure a prime viewing location for themselves.
i mean, really?? when is the last time you left your personal property out in public for hours, unattended/unsecured and really expected that it would still be there when you returned for it later? as far as i know, unlike parking space savers during snow storms in south boston, there was no implied (or, sometimes, explicit) threat of bodily harm or property damage if anyone moved or stole a chair. just mutual faith in the social contract. ::happy sigh::
what does this have to do with ginger granola? very little. the best connection i can make (and it’s a stretch) is that both the friendly faith demonstrated in yarmouth and this ginger granola make my feelers happy. and if you’ve read the news at all lately, perhaps a reminder that everything is not terrible everywhere all of the time is… welcome.
nutrition facts are for a 1/3 cup serving