So I went to the County Fair this past Saturday night, nothing in tow but my camera and a hope for image gold. Spent a couple of hours roaming around and got a few shots (you can see them here), but I gotta confess…I was a bit disappointed.
When did they clean up the fair? Sure, there were glimmers of Fair days gone by…a toothless carny here, an oddly shaped funnel cake fanatic there, but in general it was pretty generic and dangerously safe. I miss wondering where my fellow fair goers live the other days of their lives. They all just looked too familiar and tame. The rides too clean and safe.
I like a Fair full of peril and sleaze. I want a Tilt-A-Whirl operator who may have first hand knowledge of the whereabouts of human remains. I want a ride with the faint aromatic tinge of a recently regurgitated turkey leg, and just a little duct tape for good measure. I want roaming herds of human bovines, the strangely adorned, and the mildly psychotic, mingling together in a Prison yard of garishly painted spinning rides of doom. Those are the Fairs of my youth.