tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post5820008348119938763..comments2023-10-12T11:03:22.544-05:00Comments on StarvingWriteNow: StarvingWriteNowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16569580787956358575noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-59164218593549062572007-08-26T09:03:00.000-05:002007-08-26T09:03:00.000-05:00I read your post in my reader a few days back, but...I read your post in my reader a few days back, but didn't comment. <BR/><BR/>I wholeheartedly agree! I love fairs. It used to be THE event of the air. Did you have that big long building where all the politicians set up shop and gave out free book covers (for school), free pencils, and all sorts of wonderful free junk that we kids thought was a real steal?Spy Scribblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14299551957327543491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042697.post-31414152049217006532007-08-23T08:48:00.000-05:002007-08-23T08:48:00.000-05:00Oh, absolutely. The fair was the best junior high ...Oh, absolutely. The fair was the best junior high school date- your parents could drop you off at the gate and you could meet at the Tilt A Whirl and pretend that your parents hadn't just dropped you off.<BR/><BR/>And since your whole class was there, everyone would see you holding hands and making out on the Ferris Wheel, including <I>that</I> girl who thought she was going to the football game with him! Oh, no she wasn't!<BR/><BR/>Ahh, good times.Robynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13857307804942257484noreply@blogger.com