Tales of an Arts Tour vendor
As it happened, I was virtually two places at once because my husband, Trey, was also a tour vendor, selling his screen-printed T-shirts just a holler away at The Fashion. We phoned one another periodically for foot traffic reports and to trade stories. From where we were located, the Friday night tour started off slowly, and I held my breath momentarily for fear that there wouldn’t be a crowd. But my anxiety was unfounded as when the first rabble of raring-to-go shoppers arrived, a steady flow of visitors followed for the remainder of the night. Saturday brought a constant stream as well.