Prisoners of the marathon

Barred from making our customary Sunday-morning rounds downtown, we gritted our teeth each time a helicopter passed over, always too low. It would have been interesting to see how the pulga over by the old Aquarius movie theater was doing. The finish was somewhere around Palmer and the river-crossing was at Pleasant Valley. Connected with the flea market are many ancillary ventures, including vehicle sales, clothing sales, home-cooked food establishments, and the like. Were they swept off the sidewalks and thoroughfare for the Freescale (formerly) Motorola event? Did I mention the stupid amplified voices?