The Fair: Saying Goodbye We had a good time at the Oregon State Fair this year, but eventually it was time to go. This family was leaving also, and had trouble getting their large stuffed toy out the gate.
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I do hope you make it to MN for the fair at least once before we go. I know it’s unlikely if you are also coming out for my defense. But I can hope. I guess, at least in theory, this next fair may be our last. So, see you in September???
Fair goer problems, lol.
I haven’t been to a fair since we lived in Dallas. I don’t recall having this good of a time. Perhaps it’s time to visit another fair with a more open mind.
As with many things, an attitude of, “this is going to be amazing!” at the fair will take you far. For instance, I was describing the Fairlift to my co-worker and she said, “Oh, they have one of those things in [I think she said Santa Monica, but I realize you used to live there and will instantly know if they do or not and thus I am hesitant to officially commit to a city].” She continued. “I went on it once and thought, ‘It’s the same stuff, but from up in the air.'” Which she said with a ho-hum attitude. But IT’S THE SAME STUFF BUT UP IN THE AIR! How could I have gotten that shot of all the prizes strewn about, if I wasn’t on the Fairlift? How would I have been able to capture that that one booth had the flag you were looking for?
I find this sense of excitement and wonder also does well for parades. And possibly every other activity that was hugely popular in the 19th century.