072611. It’s that time of year.
Time for carousels that have been making the rounds since the ‘40s … their tinkling music as the soundtrack for all the other events.
Ferris wheels with cracked paint and operators who get drunk on their power to decide who gets a few extra turns on the old big wheel.
Barkers inviting the crowd to play water-gun wars to win synthetic stuffed dolls made in China.
The smell of animals.
Time for first dates.
Fast cars.
And heartbreaks.
And a cute girl named Beth winning the Dairy Queen title. (Maybe her name wasn’t Beth … I don’t actually know who won the title at the Gallatin County Fair … but Beth won it when I was in High School … so all girls who win the Dairy Queen are named Beth to me.)
And the pervading odor of funnel cake.
Funnel cake.
Funnel cake.
Funnel cake.
Hmmmm …. Fried dough and powdered sugar.
I love that smell.
I’m craving funnel cake.
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