“…and a plastic vegetable will lead them.”
Updated: May 2
originally written in 2010
The Fair. Yes it must be with a capital “F”. The yearly ritual of bodies crushed together in a confined space. The noises of squeaky carnival rides mixing with the mooing of cows and the sizzle of Polish sausages. Young boys trying hard to impress too young girls. Older couples slowly plodding trying to remember why they decided to come out into the “noise”. And the young family, pushing one child in a stroller, while another pulls them towards the merry-go-round, and still another spills grape soda all over their ketchup stained shirt. Ahhh….the Fair!