by DC Rushton
“FAMILY DAY”

There he sat in his wheel chair. Even in the sun light that came through the windows of the Center, you would have to look twice to be sure. “IS THAT PATRICK STEWART?“ There, a “Disabled Cosplayer”, gave me my “Greatest Cosplay

Now to SHOP! I have been very thrift wise and have done my scouting on what is where. Money is lighter than product. And sometimes deals can be had on the last day of the Con. Still no “Gamera”, The Flying Turtle of Japanese monster movies. Here is the booth. Others sold “Godzilla” at $25.00 to $30.00. I see he had changed tags on his. “$20.00. Last day sale?”, I ask all ready with a “Jackson”, in hand. “Yes they are guy.”, he nods. “Let me have a ‘Classic Dark Green” by your elbow and save your bags. These are too light a green! No tags I see. Therefore “Cheaper?”. “You got it!”, he answers passing me one. Two years ago I got the cheapest Godzilla for $14.95, one third smaller, but bearing Tags proclaiming “TOHO”, 2006, Booklet in Japanese. This years Godzilla stands 9 ins tall and 18 ins long. Made for many a good joke. Godzilla’s head poking his head out of the top zipper of my rolling Con bag. (that will keep “Pick Pockets Hands” out of my bag) Further a long through the dealer floor I made only a few minor buys for friends. How did we make it with out the Cell Phone/Comm. Unit? Prime Friend, Old Slave-Mate of North Island, and Fellow Air Force Vet, John Rod, had to get something for him! Called him in front of a booth that had, “THE TICK”. “Hell yea SPACE! (my old “SLAVE” name) Number 1#! Great!” And with that, shopping DONE!

Still with “Coin in Purse”, I took lunch in front of the convention center. Prime spot for Cosplay and Photo Shoots of “Families”. Setting in bit of half shade with my hat on, I ate lunch. Looking up from my bag, I was asked for a picture. Before me was a whole family. Had to be Chinese or Korean. FULL FAMILY! From “Baby”, to “Elder Grand Mother”. (large group of 10 people interested in my costume) I then understood after a few pictures by them, (and even more people) they wanted “Elder Grand Mother” to stand in a picture with me. Elder Grand Mother had a look that said: “What in the 9 HELLS are you?” ( the Chinese have 9 hells) Can’t say I blame her. And my heart is Japanese! You care for the passing ageing generation. THAT IS RESPECT! I went to my knees before the crowd. “SHOW TIME”! In my finest “Constipated Wizard” voice from the “CONAN” movie said: “ Grand Elder Mother”, with a full bow, (yes on my knees) “I am the Priest of TAO!” I held forth the large “Taoist” symbol of the “Ying and Yang”. Common symbol in “Buddhism”. I made a universal hand gesture of “Peace and Welcome”. A smile and a step up to me was my reward. I gently brought out my fan, held it out, slowly opening it as a “Peacock” was displaying for a Lady Peacock”. (the Ying/Yang proudly on it) Holding it to my side, Grand Elder Mother gladly stood be side me for her photo with this strange “Priest of Tao”. Giving her a last bow and a small applause, the crowd parted. THEN I TRIED TO GET UP!

Ha! Ha! The last pic was epic! I will be blessed. Lol....
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