I was now in the heart of Fairfax, with the festival going on around me. This potted geranium provided an attractive location for a not cookie. Others were placed, for example, in a redwood tree, on a bench, on the sound stage where some musicians were about to play, next to a bird house for sale. When I headed for home a while later, this not cookie was still there (I guess a little too well hidden), but the first one was gone. My hope is that the not cookies, at least one or two of them, will circulate for a while bearing messages from many people.