Under the Wire

To be 16 years old at county fair time. Yep, folks, that’s what I’d like to be.

I’m happy with my life as it is. I’m really not one to look back and wish I could do things over except at county fair time. Oh, to be able to go back in time!

We lived several miles from town. I only saw my sister and an occasional cousin all summer. My dog was my best friend because I didn’t see anyone else closer to my age than him.

Then it arrived. Fair time. The words were magical. Load up the lambs, calves, show boxes and enough straw to bed a whole cow herd and head to the county fairground. Once the animals...