For immediate release:

I plan to be at Viking Fest Minnesota again this weekend, in spite of my tiresome agonizing over car trouble. (The status of my Subaru remains uncertain; I have somebody who thinks they might be able to get her fixed cheap. If not, I’ll be replacing her. But it won’t happen before the weekend.) I’ve reserved a rental car, and have a friend planning to take me to the rental place to pick it up tomorrow.

My great nightmare is that, since the car will certainly have one of those computer screen control panels, something I’ve never worked with before, I won’t be able to figure it out, and I’ll be left sitting in the rental lot.

Anyway, the video above showed up on YouTube. These people went to the festival on Sunday, the day I wasn’t there. The day it rained. As they’re speaking, my books are getting wet.

Somehow they seem to have missed the combat shows, the best part of the event. Or maybe they were aiming for a non-violent presentation.

My personal awning, with its distinctive red cross, can be seen at two points, as I recall around three minutes and five minutes in.

Saturday should be cool, and there’s a good chance of rain on Sunday. (Sigh.)