I liked county fairs, especially in the evening when the air smelled of dust, beer, barbecue, people, and with the lights flashing all over and the music screaming.
There were men in their big white hats and boots, women wearing jeans with flannel shirts, and kids with fanny patches roaming around.
Summer was usually over by the time the fair came, but its final lingering breath haunted me with the touch of fall and coolness in the air.
The lighted trees looked divine, and the booths and tents were filled with dirt and noise under the big branches.
I sat on the grass in front of the merry-go-round for...