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coach coin purse of people clustering under awnings and in the Michigan Theater alley, things lighten up, and fairgoers timidly start to step out. PSYCH!! The skies suddenly open up again, and folks flock into Borders and cafes and restaurants. Fairgoers jockeying for chairs and anything else you can sit on at Borders while I take advantage of their Wi Fi. Poke my head in the , where those in the know take a restroom break, get a hot dog, and listen to a woman playing the organ in the main auditorium. First I hear the "Raiders of the Lost Ark" theme, followed by "Hopelessly Devoted to You" from "Grease," a song I sang with my hairbrush microphone a million times in the mirror when I was a kid. The rain's still pounding, with rumbling thunder as backdrop, when I leave the theater, and folks are huddled under every space possible, including some art tents that haven't been closed up. A man standing in one points to my feet and says, "Crocs! That's what I should have worn today." Say what you want about them, they are ideal for rainy weather. I'd wanted to hang out at a food court today and get lunch there, but the rain has me heading indoors to Panera. There, I spot a decorated paper bag hat on the next table. I've seen several over the last few days, so I inquire and find out it's one of the Kids Art Zone projects at the Street Fair. Just watched a couple fall asleep in Panera while eating my lunch. Kind of hilarious and sweet at the same time. The guy, wearing a straw hat, was looking at the screen on his camera, trying to check out the day's photos, but he was slumped over sleeping. Poor things. Art Fairs