peace, love and funnel cakes

This is the week of the Dyer county fair, a yearly tradition in our neck of the woods. My daddy was the president one year when I was a kid, and he went in every night (late) as a member of the board of directors to count the day's proceeds from the gate. As a college student I worked those gates several years and saw everybody plus their entire family tromp on in to see the finest in Dyer county competition and catch a few rides. My mother took a week of vacation and worked in the office for Mr. Red Henson so we were all pretty much a part of the thing. Local businesses invest in booths for display as a way to attract new customers and hundreds of volunteers give their time to receive, catalog and display items. To say that it's heavily guarded is an understatement. The proceeds from my mother's cookbook went toward the family life building there. My birthday usually falls in that week, but not this time.

It cooled off a little for which I'm eternally grateful and tomorrow should be even nicer. After a long summer's nap of 12 freakin' hours ya'll, I woke to find that Congress is once AGAIN not listening to their constituents and have voted to appease the President with approval for a limited strike. Meh. That the top dude over there is taunting Obama about being weak just serves to show that the devil is in the middle of all this. I mean really, in this day and age anything can be photoshopped and shared as reality. Chest thumping is not an option when representing your people who have financed enough war already.

There are still several very nice antique pieces up in here waiting for appreciative owners and we are hoping that sales continue until we get out of the hole solvent. BG has only been working for a month and the busy season is coming up for newspaper inserts so there you go. Hopefully by Christmas, we'll see the light at the end of the tunnel. And hope it's not a train!

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