Gavin W Sisk

Today’s trip to the Washington State Fair was fun but incomplete.  Without machines from Caterpillar and Case, and nothing from John Deere bigger than a gentleman’s frontloader, the event seemed little more than a suburban thrill ride through a missremembered past.  Most of the barbecue was branded by national corporations.  Half the prize-winning chickens were provided by just a few 4-H families.  Show horses pranced with graffiti and colored sparkles on their rumps.  The blacksmith admitted he didn’t know what he was doing (we all had guessed).
It’s an illusion.  I ate fish and chips for dinner and a Caesar salad for dessert.




Sept. 22, 2013