Got my annual corn dog–sometimes it’s semi-annual, depending on however many fairs/festivals I get to. It’s one of the things about “fair food” that makes it so seductive; it’s stuff that one would seldom make at home. Forget the freezer case at the grocery. Not that you could not make it, it’s just that it’s a whole lot more “mixin’ and fixin’” than most of us would like to get involved in. And the hot grease ! You want your house to smell like that for the next two weeks? Anyway, the plain tots that I got were top-o-the-line and I hit the Sloppy Dawg for a major indulgence and looked around at all of the other offerings, noticing that there did not appear to be any confirmed dieters on the prowl for green salad or fruit smoothies. Not that a fruit smoothie might not have been a smarter–and cooler–choice. It’s just not “fair food”
The GRAND PARADE was quite grand. There were the usual suspects– candidates running for office (three commissioners and an auditor, for starters), a couple of horses (used to be a lot more of them) with their accompanying “pooper scooper” who is a vital figure in any parade with animals–Thanks, Curtis, big, Big, BIG machines–trucks & such, dancers & gymnast types, ball teams of every description…and age…and skill level ( I particularly liked the one known as “Chaos”. I coached a team or two that could have been known by that name, because that’s how we played. These folks were at least up front about it.), the James A. Garfield Marching Pride made a good show of it, especially considering it is summer and half of them were probably out of town; band camp is coming, they’ll really sweat then. One renegade entry which I truly enjoyed was two of my former students (Isn’t everybody?) in a golf cart with a sign saying “RETIRED and LOVIN’ IT”! AMEN, I say. I also say that I’m gonna start thinking about getting one of those little run-abouts for myself. I’ll want one with a cover on it so I can fetch groceries in the rain…or just to scoot around town for the heckuvit.
Never did see Jungle Terry but I gather that if they keep inviting him–and his animals–back, they must be a popular item. The THRILL of the VILLE is just a favorite because–besides the fact that they are good–they got themselves together to do their own thing in their own way while bringing music to be enjoyed by everyone as much as they enjoy producing it. I have the shirt.
I am always interested in seeing the craft items–jewelry, shirts, etc–and wondering if these are a reflection of tastes or simply a poke-in-the-eye to the general public. One dude was wearing a shirt that said “I Hate Liberals” on the front and I found it hard not to laugh and ask if he also hated his Social Security, Cuz that’s where that
came from. Also interesting that the Republicans and the Democrats were right across from each other; nothing seemed to be being thrown across the street supporting whatever it was that they might be standing for. Thank goodness. The Masonic Lodge apparently was doing well at selling water at a low, low price, using their earnings to support the local food bank, the NGCC. Good for you, guys! Don’t know about the Cub Scouts selling Maple syrup but it was a new thing and we have to hope they did well.
Nice fireworks display too. We’re lucky that it has rained around here so we do not have to cancel such traditions on account of the danger of forest fire, such as they have out west.
And I remembered sun screen, for once; no lobster imitation this year.
