Out of the corner of my eye, I'd been noticing J.P. Goldman drinking from his water bottle. I saw him grimace, then drink some more. And then he suddenly ducked down out of sight, and we heard that unmistakeable sound of someone vomiting. Mr. Goldman had luckily gotten a trash can and used it.
Councilman Colby and the Mayor quickly moved to help Mr. Goldman, and I leaped over the balustrade to assist. Teresa had called for a medic, and a Fire Medic was coming up. I noticed Cindy also coming up... and putting on latex gloves.
J.P. Goldman was really sick. He'd vomited hard several times, and was near fainting. The Fire Medic and a Deputy helped him out the door behind the stage and the bench, carrying the trash can he was still in need of.
"Don, you have an evidence bag?" Cindy asked. I
