Mr. Passebon is showing whimsical pieces, like a pair of vintage white-lacquered metal garden chairs that are a confection of swirls and flowers, and more serious fare, like a pair of Napoleon III miniature seats upholstered in blue velvet with gilded faux bamboo legs and low, balusterlike round backs, also carved and gilded, in imitation of beaded fringe.

Many of the entrants drove unusually reckless down the mountains and the unexpected waterbreaks jarred their cars more than 100 miles of rational touring.

Because he was diabetic he'd sleep-eat in bed.

That calf is going to be a great shower at the fair this year.