Wednesday, August 24, 2011
on fair rides and romance
the way i know i'm getting older is this:
the state fair is coming to town in a few weeks. this pinnacle of autumn that only rolls around during blue jean weather.
and this year, i'm most looking forward to the agricultural exhibits. the state's largest pumpkin. most prized horse. sweetest succotash. moistest chocolate pound cake. that, and the food. the decadence. the frito pie. the lion's club country ham biscuits with tangy mustard. that little stand way in the back with the fried oreos.
i want to peruse the grounds at my leisure. take in the hay bales used as props. the children holding goldfish in a plastic bag.
because as much as i love a good roller coaster, fair rides are a bit much for me. i think it's the speed at which they're created, then torn down. but looking at them from the sidewalk vantage point, children on them always look exhilarated and not a bit concerned about loose bolts, rickety safety straps or sparked fuses. for them, flying through the warm night, above the ground and their mamas, life is good. life is easy and full of options.
and it still is. goodness, i think it is now more than ever.
but as sensibility weaves its way into my excited bones, i'm inclined to stay grounded this year.
that's not to say i don't love a good ferris wheel now and then. nicholas sparks reinvented those bad boys for me. and ever since noah hung off the railing of one to prove his ardor for allie, those giant beasts of the carnival have taken on another meaning. they are romantic.
and at the fair, as in life, romance is worth the risk.