There was a

table, but it self destructed shortly before noon. I borrowed a canopy from Earle, but the ground in the club area was so hard that tent stakes couldn't penetrate more than a couple of inches. Our canopy took flight, came down hard, and snapped the hydra connection at one corner.
Art Triggs was helping me man the table at that point (thanks for the company, Art). We had received exactly zero inquiries about joining

at that point, so when the thing fell apart we decided discretion was the better part of valor, packed up, and went to look at some Jeeps.
Sorry I missed y'all. Yes, that raggedy, faded blue Cherokee in the club area was mine.
And, yes, I did awaken at oh-dark-thirty for nothing. I ate a lonely breakfast at the Mickey D's in Sturbridge before motoring on to the fairground.
It was quite a show, but the XJs were severely outnumbered. I hope next year we can get a larger contingent of XJs to show up, and perhaps park together so the XJs don't get lost in the crowd.