I asked Gramp when the last time he rode the Farris Wheel was. His response was not in about 100 years. I told him not much had changed, other than the fact that the carnies where probably a little scarier. So it was that Mom, Dad, Gramp & I made a pilgrimage to T town. Although we didn’t make it to the carnival, mom and I did manage to drag him to the Tulsa state fair after much reluctance on his part. First on the agenda was to see the pig races which started at noon. I admired the speed the miniature swine expressed as they rounded the corner with nothing more than an Oreo cookie at the finish line for their reward. It would take much more than that to motivate me to run, something I have hated my entire life.
I could see his eyes light up as he watched the draft horse relay, and talked of past times involving the old-time farm equipment display. Other than the wretched wheel chair he was fairly upbeat.
Wanting to scope out the sea lion exhibit, I couldn’t help but pose with a picture. Stella & Kim not only gave me a marine-like hug but also a smooch on the cheek much to Gramp’s delight. The only downside was that I smelled of fish all day.
Hungry as usual, I had to pay homage to the fried finger food fairs are famous for. I ordered fried green tomatoes, Gramp’s first which he requested seconds. Overall, a pretty good day aside from a few coarse glances and murmurs.
