There’s nothing quite like the fair for greasy goodness, questionable surroundings, and unparalleled people-watching.
And let’s not forget the animals.
This year I happened upon a flirtatious guineafowl. The fellow glanced my direction all suave and debonaire. Well, hello there, said he . . .
Then he winked . . .
Then he broke into song . . .
His was a lofty serenade, full of passion and fortissimo, with a finale that could bring you to tears.
Hard to imagine how we’ll top that next year. But we’ll be awaiting, with baited breath . . . and maybe a fanciful party hat or two.