Today’s trip to the Washington State Fair was fun but incomplete. Without machines from Caterpillar and Case, and nothing from John Deere bigger than a gentleman’s frontloader, the event seemed little more than a suburban thrill ride through a missremembered past. Most of the barbecue was branded by national corporations. Half the prize-winning chickens were provided by just a few 4-H families. Show horses pranced with graffiti and colored sparkles on their rumps. The blacksmith admitted he didn’t know what he was doing (we all had guessed).
It’s an illusion. I ate fish and chips for dinner and a Caesar salad for dessert.
Sept. 22, 2013