All alone at the Meat Market

Summer is especially slow this year. I seem to spend much of my time hooking on my own at the Meat Market. Of course there are others who walk in from time to time and I frequently have company, but still it feels lonely.

It's waiting till the vacation season is over. Until then it's patience, patience, patience and grabbing that one opportunity that comes. The few men who aren't out there with the wife and kids, the ones who are back already, or the occasional return business: a happy guy who remembers me and comes back for another 15 to 60 minutes of entertainment.

Summer is slow.