Here’s one of the last photos from the Fiddlers’ Contest.
Bob Murphy and Tim Wegman, half of our panel of judges pore over the score sheets.
The first thing I notice when I look at this picture is the lack of beverages.
If this were a picture of the judges for the epidermal art contest at Fantasy Fest for example, the drinks would backed up in front of each and every judge.
Likewise for the judges at the tattoo contest. They had their own cooler hoisted onto the stage to avoid the nuisance of having to first order drinks and then await delivery.
So here’s Bob and Timmy with…nothing.
What’s it all mean? I haven’t the foggiest.
Who knows, maybe the other judges who were stationed on either side of them have slid under the table and these are the only two left.