He ambles into my 10' x 10' canopy tent at the craft fair and has a quick look around at the puppets. If this were anywhere in, say, California, he might say, "You might remember me from last year. I'm the guy that collects Marvin the Martian things. I know it's a one in a million shot, but if you've happened to have made a Marvin the Martian puppet in the last 365 days, I'd really like to purchase it." If this were New York, I might have heard, "I really like your puppets. But I can see you making a really cool Marvin the Martian puppet -- you know, just do a head like these owls, but with a green Roman helmet and angry cartoon eyes. White hands, red shirt. Do you think I could commission you to do that?" But this is Minnesota, where we all know that it could start snowing if we stand around talking for too long.
"Still no Marvin the Martians?" he asks.
"Maybe next year," I reply.
I'm planning on giving it to him next year at Johnstock, but I think it would be pretty cool to get it to him before then. Could he be reading this? Or anyone who knows him? It's also entirely possible that he's actually some sort of genius loci of "Ol' Nordeast" itself, who slumbers like Albion in Grain Belt soaked bliss, only to arise once a year to talk to crafty hipsters about Looney Tunes characters. Well, if you happen to know an older man in the Northeast Minneapolis area who's really, really into Marvin the Martian, let me know. If I can't get this puppet to him somehow, I shall be very, very angry indeed!