Hanging Out with Yoyos

Sunday night we went to the annual Downtown Christmas Preview in Chico. Of course my camera batteries were still dead and I had completely forgotten to change them, so I took only one photo, and it was with my phone.

Here we are at one of the cooler gift stores ever, Bird In Hand, in the back of the store, where they have a yoyo museum. Seriously. These people are VERY serious about yoyos. I, on the other hand, can't even touch a yoyo without hopelessly tangling the string. This is one really big yoyo, with Smedley on the left . . . oh, and some big wooden thing. Ba dump-bump.

Comments

[Audubon Ron]

Funny you should mention yoyos.

[Chesapeake Bay Woman]

For some reason all I can come up with is Yoyo Ma. It's stuck in my (one remaining) brain cell and won't shake loose.

Aside from that, and along the same lines of not having much functioning brain material left, I'd like to declare that the word "yoyo" has so much potential for fun. Just the word, not the actual item, because I'm right there with you on that string tangling deal.

Yoyo. Yoyoma. Yoyomuseum. Yoyobozo. yoyododobird.

Good night.