The Lancaster Fair: What can I say that I haven't said before? There was a major difference this year, however: Jerry and Barbara didn't join us! Jerry is having a knee replacement at the end of September and is in too much pain these days to even consider a day of walking around. This was of course a downer, but we managed to have fun anyhow, winning prizes from carnies, going on rides*, petting animals, losing many quarters to those hypnotizing slider machines, and eating junk food.
Then we came home and ate wonderful ribs and steak tips from that gas station in Lincoln. Really. Up here, you drive over to the Citgo on Route 3 and get meat from Wayne there in the back. And the flavor? Out. Of. This. World.
*Neither Andy nor I enjoy rides. When we go somewhere that has rides our kids want to go on, we divvy up the dreaded chore: I do fast rides (like the Banzai Pipeline on Friday) and Andy does spinny rides (like the Tornado at the fair today). Ugh.