I’m a huge fan of the fair. When I was younger, I went to the fair every year. I’m well familiar with the Scrambler, which weaves you in and out of other screaming riders at high speeds; the so-called “carnies” and the various foods on a stick–apples, chicken, and now bananas. I also, actually, like the smell that hits your nose when you walk through the entrance gates. Sure, it’s a crooked scent concoction of vomit, livestock, and fried batter, but it brings back some good memories. Read the rest of this entry »