George and Mage go to the Fair in Postcards 4

“We are going to the Fair Saturday,” he told me.

“Why that day?”

“Because that day is the Fireman’s Demolition derby.” They don’t get points for each crunch, they drive till the last car is standing.

We found me a new leather backpack, we ate the lunch we brought with us, and we ate some things we shouldn’t have. Woodworking, quilting, home arts with the foods looking fresh for a change, and a time to photograph the midway. Then we went the long way to check out the firemen banging on their cars. They raced at one, and they were going to race again at five. Metal had to come off the tires, and the wheels had to turn.

We took a lot of pictures of strong men banging on real old-fashioned metal, cutting it with giant cutters and moving it with the Jaws-of Life. We gave them a good donation before dinner and the demo derby. Boy did we have fun.

Imagine, we forgot the photography and the art. Just think. We get to go back a second time.

George in his loudest shirt so I could find him in the crowds. I could.

“Far out” They actually said that.

Instead of draping about ten quilts per rod, this year they hung them on revolving racks. One could actually see each quilt.

Boom, boom, bam, boom….

One on top of the other.
Yes, we sure will return.