Friends, the fair is back in town and it always is a time of reflection isn't it?
As a child the fair was a highlight for me. The animals, the food, the endless cooking demonstrations going on. The sights and smells were intoxicating. I remember that our family, after seeing several demonstrations, walked out of the fair grounds with a basketball standard and a veg-i-matic. We were stopped outside the fair grounds because apparently they expect you to pay for these items before you leave the park. Who knew?
Last year I attended the Fair and had a very different experience. I tried to eat some funnel cake and go down the big blue slide in a gunny sack, but something just wasn't right. I think that it is due to the fact that I got my eyes full of a lot skin and tattoos. People who shouldn’t be wearing skimpy clothing are, and they are particularly handsy with each other. I don’t know if it is the smell of the animals or the smell of Navajo tacos, but something in that air has some sort of pheromone that makes people want to love each other in front of the sweet families who have just come to sample some sweet preserves. Why is that? Until these frisky people stop all the inappropriate loving, I am afraid the fair will never hold the magic it once did. Which is sad because I could really use a veg-i-matic right about now.