State Fair
By heinzs
State Fair Eager anticipation, impatient frustration - are we there yet? the big brown eyes plead, unaware of time's constraints in our physical universe. The promise of an outing - carnival rides, cotton candy, corn dog on a stick - State Fair comes but once a year. Summer breeze wafts gentle popcorn-flavored air... crowded parking lot - no shade - it's going to be an oven at the end of the day. Children are free - he dances the little "I gotta pee!" dance. We're almost there, hang on a little longer. Metal detectors and pat-down... the newest thing in this "free" society. They make me give up my 1-1/2 inch pocket knife that I use for slicing my son's apples. Bag number 1183 - don't lost the claim ticket. Zero tolerance - fascist buzz words - they have no place in any truly compassionate world. Urgency appeased at last, he beams with joy astride the plastic painted horse. Sir Lancelot rescuing his Lady - General Custer leading the charge - going only in little circles the merry-go-round takes him to the corners of the Earth, while in reality the Earth goes nowhere in little circles. 10/26/2001 Written October 26th, 2001 © on Jan 22 2002 06:32 PM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl 0 • 10
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