I just got back from the state fair. You could tell it was the last day because people were winning big stuffed dolls on the midway. It seems that after two weeks of rarely winning a prize, yesterday’s suckers suddenly became expert marksmen and started shooting mechanical ducks right and left. If I didn’t know better, I’d think the games were rigged and the carnies simply didn’t want to pack up a lot of useless stuff at the end of their season.

It had been a good many years since I’d been to the fair. Face it, there’s a limit to how many times in your life you want to eat funnel cakes and corn dogs. That limit for me was once — which cut out half the food wagons on this trip to the fairgrounds.

The good news is that our state’s farmers are growing the most fabulous foodstuffs in the world, and those were for sale at the other half of the stands.