He remembered the
Fair as being magical when he was a kid, but it was dirty and hot and there was
a pervasive smell of animal poop and greasy food.
He decided to have
a good time, since his kids really did think it was magical.
He gazed lovingly
at his boys, all sticky with deep-fried rubber cement faces, and each holding a
baggie with a stuffed toy in it. He’d spent almost $50 throwing darts at goldfish
to get them.
On their way out,
he took a photo of them saddled up on chickens, grinning from eye to eye.
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