Tommy and I went to the Cumming Fair last Thursday. We went so I could get some pictures and to eat some fried pickles. I could have left Tommy at the wood cutting exhibition for hours and he would have been happy. Our plans were to walk around and look at everything, find some fried pickles to eat and then when it turned dark, take some pictures of the ferris wheel.
There were NO fried pickles and NO ferris wheel. Whoever heard of a fair with no ferris wheel?
That last picture makes my heart hurt.
The Iowa state fair supposedly had fried butter on a stick, but we couldn’t find it.