To be sure, there were some very good products and others I would not reject out of hand - but the mix of clearly bogus crap was appalling.  I had all the toxins removed from my body in a magic foot bath which turned all kinds of yucky colors (I remember wondering if maybe I should do a better job of washing my feet?) and, despite all the implanted suggestions of how much better I was going to feel (coming from a shriveled yet flabby woman missing several teeth), did not feel any different after the foot detox beyond what a good epsom salts bath would have felt like.

I also had a go at the magical mystical healing pad (you too can have one for a mere $1600), where I lay on an elevated bed on top of a heated vibrating pad with a blanket on top, was blindfolded and had earphones attached which played soothing background music with a voice telling me all the wonderful things that were happening to my body.  Afterwards, I had to admit that I felt a bit more relaxed.  I also felt that I could do as well or better with a vibrating heating massager like I bought a few years ago at Wally World for less than a hundred bucks and plugging in some smooth Jazz or Nora Jones on the headphones.

I will say that there was a fairly nice plastic elongated S-curve object on sale for a mere $29.95 which you used to scratch your back with.  The only thing was, I saw a wooden device right down the road at the convenience store that worked even better and it was only $5.95

Then there was the people.  At what was billed to be a health fair, there were assuredly some of the most unhealthy looking people I had ever seen - fat if not downright obese, skin blotches, emaciated, bags under eyes that would put Dean Martin to shame, you name it!   A great many were more like beer bellied bikers and carnies.  Though there actually were a few "normal" looking people, the majority came in two flavors - thin and wasted or downright obese.

As I spoke with one of the obese, a well known supplements company rep who knew it all no matter what the health subject (everything except how to lose his extra 100 pounds and get rid of his splotched and varicose vein covered legs), and looked at the skinny carny gal over in her corner booth with her eyes squinted shut and tatooed arms outstreched and trembling as she did a psychic healing, then looked over a couple of booths to the foot bath lady who should have seen a dentist many years ago, and then a few feet further down the aisle to the more than merely rotund lady at the institutional health booth, I had to wonder how ANYBODY could believe in anything they saw there.

For those who did believe most of what was on display, I think I have a bit of magic prayer cloth, some vials of holy land sand and, for the right price, a splinter off the sacred cross to sell.