Attendance at the Great American State Fair is sparse and the heat is extreme, but at least you can pay $25 for a pretzel
This was originally published in This Week in Trumpland. Sign up to receive it in your inbox every Wednesday
I have been to some disappointing fairs in my time. There was one, in a small town in north-west England, where the main attraction was a little slide that you rode down on a burlap sack: except the guy who owned the slide had forgotten to bring the sacks, so me and my sister slid down on a T-shirt.
Another time, at a village fete in a place called Longton, I won the main prize at the bingo. It was a whisky decanter with a bottle of whiskey. I was 11 years old, the decanter was broken and some bigger boys took the whiskey. More recently, I looked on as two farmers engaged in a shouting match over whose pumpkin was larger at a fair in Iowa.
Continue reading...
Attendance at the Great American State Fair is sparse and the heat is extreme, but at least you can pay $25 for a pretzelThis was originally published in This Week in Trumpland. Sign up to receive it in your inbox eve...
See more
