Today was the day we wait for all year, the Lancaster County Fair. The weather was just perfect: sunny and warm, with a nice breeze. We sat on tractors, we fed baby goats, we marveled at the huge Belgian horses, we ate altogether too much fried food, we rode rickety rides, we were cheated out of our money by one carny after another, we devoured the always-amazing Robillard apple crisp, and ... lessee ... what else? Ah yes, I got my annual run at the quarters machines, which have a positively hypnotic effect on me. If I had one of those at home, I'd never shower or get dressed or leave the house at all.
(That's Julie's head in the Sox hat; she's scooping up all Mama's winnings.)
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