As Sarah, my daughter, Christopher, my son and I were walking into the Galena Farmerâs Market last Sunday, Christopher noticed two men in their 20s, sitting on a bench intently studying something on their smart phone screen. While Sarah was looking at the beautiful white flowers on the hydrangeas and I was thinking how much I love Farmerâs Markets, Christopher quickly began summing up the back story of the two people sitting on the bench. He, rightly or wrongly, assumed they were international tourists.