The Fair…
FairCityNews.com | Sep 01, 2010 | Comments 0
Although I dread going, every year I find myself there…the fair. It is not a pleasant experience but yet somehow thousands of people flock to this virtual hell hole every year. They bring their friends, their neighbors, their livestock, their neighbors livestock and pretty much anyone who will come. The fair somehow supersedes reality by crossing through to a new dimension where overweight people believe it is ok to wear a halter top and mullets not only become acceptable but more often than not, the norm. It is a simulated fantasy land where we act and eat like the heathenistic people we really are.
It is a place where young lovers make regretful decision with each other…a place where people with absolutely no talent can sing and people will cheer…a place where you see “carny folk” clamoring about like little elves the night before christmas (only dirtier and toothless) with their goal, different from the elves of course, to take as much money from you as possible and capitalize on your gluttony…a place where the dollars flow from your pocket like wine as you continue to pay dollar after dollar to win a large, filthy stuffed duck that cost about 25c…ah yes…the fair.
As I look back at my life here in the Ozarks and reflect on the many times I have been to the Ozark Empire Fair, I feel a sense of pride. Pride that can only come from a place deep down inside where the twisted remains from a foot-long corn dog and jug of root beer churn a desire to keep going back year after year after year. I guess at the end of the day, maybe I am not so different from all those folks that turn up every year…I mean sure I shower almost daily and basically practice decent hygiene, but we share a common thread that is wound together by a basic desire to spend at least one night a year being who we really are…animals.
Keep em’ comin’ and watch em’ go.
Mr. Mike McMichaelson
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