Wow! What a week. It all started Thursday in Fredericksburg.  Since I had been asked to try the Ribeye Sandwiches in Richmond on Saturday, I left home with some extra steaks on board.  Remember last week was a bit soft, so I planned with that in mind.  What I didn't plan on was selling out of steaks at the auction leaving me none for RIR.  Once again, Noah bailed me out and his main guy, Billy at the auction, found me a couple of loins and cut them up for me, giving me stock for Saturday. Since I had an open Friday, I called one of the Walmart Stores in Fredericksburg and set up a one day fund riaser to fill in my open day.  What we found was the first shock of the week.  Would you believe Central Park Mall in Fredericksburg is the largest shopping area Peggy and I have ever seen?  At least 500 stores and every restaurant known to man.  It is huge.  And the Walmart might be the largest store I've been in.  So we set up looking for a really big day. Then it happened.  Busted by the gestappo fire marshall of Stafford County.  Not only did he complain that I didn't have their permit, which needed to be applied for thirty days in advance, but he called in the Health Department who do not accept my permit that is supposed to be good statewide.  The last I looked Fredericksburg was still in the state of Virginia.  Bottom line--they shut me down leaving me with a ream of paperwork to fill out before the next time I try selling at Central Park.  And I thought the Henrico County Fire Marshall was bad!  At least he works with me as long as I do it his way.  I've never been totally shut down in Richmond.  So we packed it all  back up and layed around in the motel for the day before driving to Richmond Saturday morning to prepare for The Total Cage Combat Event.   This led to the next shock of the week.  I know I live in a fog, but this wasn't a redneck event at all.  Actually, anything but that.  A great crowd, who did drink lots of beer, but thankfully ate plenty of funnel cakes and ribeye sandwiches.  And, tons of lemonade.  While it wasn't enough to make up for the Central Park disaster, still a good evening and worth doing again.  Plus, I had no need for the bullitproof apron. Since we were after midnight closing up, I decided to leave the tent, grill, fryer,  tables and equipment and pack up the heavy stuff Sunday morning before driving Peggy back to Harrisonburg--when we started this week, she wasn't up to driving yet--and then on to the farm.  The only problem with that was RIR was locked up tighter than a drum on Sunday morning.  All of my phone numbers gave me a closed message but one at least listed a ticket office for purchasing tickets for the upcoming Nextel Cup Race.  So I called that number, explained my situation and was given the number for Security.  Calling them, I explained that I was at the main gate needing to pick up my equipment since I left so late last night.  They said they would be right there.  After a long wait, I called back and found out I had been given Security for Michigan Raceway.  I wonder if some dumb security guard is still driving around looking for the funnel cake guy trying to get in the main gate! After flagging down a local cop, I got the right number, and security was there in less than a minute so we could load up and get on our way. So, it's back home for a good clean up and restocking.  And off to Fredericksburg and Richmond again next weekend for the Street Rod Nationals where they already have over 2,000 cars preregistered.  Should be a busy week.