The rut was deep, the feeling-sorry-for-myself excessive.  I could have done without the fair.  Grumbled, even, that I was taking them alone.  But that magical combination of elephant ears and ferris wheels and 4-H piglets and whooppee cushions won by catching magnetic fish won me over.  I realized, biking home, how many traditions we’ve created here.

SMD

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