North Idaho Fair Wild Card — 8.24.09

I’m off to home and then the North Idaho Fair. I’ll make a pit stop to pick up my 84-year-old mother along the way. She’s still got spunk and a good sense of humor. Which she had to have to raise six strong-willed Portuguese children. I’m the type of fair goer who sticks to the north end of the grounds, sightseeing in the exhibit barns and at the animals (cows, chickens, rabbits, horses, etc.) that were part of my formative years, growing up on a 500-cow dairy. You won’t see me in the midway. I don’t like to be yelled at by carnies hawking kewpie dolls. Nor can I handle a ride wilder than a merry-go-round. I hope to see you there. Now, I’ll replay the Wild Card …