Actually, the Brookfield Farmers' Market, now held on the front lawn of Brookfield Central High.
Outdoor market with the usual offerings, some actually from farms, like onions, decorative squash, potatoes, mushrooms (!!!). Then the not-farmed: knit hats, sweaters, and sausage.
So we're outdoors with an obnoxious 20++ MPH wind from the southeast, and 95% of the sheeple are wearing masks.
It's now become some sort of cult. Holiness is wearing a mask. The Mask wards off eeeeeevil, or something.
We're very familiar with Brookfield. At one time, it was a place where you had more acreage than a city lot. Then it became a 2nd-class chi-chi 'burb (1st-class was River Hills or Elm Grove). Now? It's gone a long way towards Teh Crazyville.