Fair Time October 14, 1983

Well as fair time comes around again I always think of this picture. John and I were dropped off out there to have a good time. It was the first (and last time) that John would ride the rides with me. I guess, looking back, he was too macho this first year to tell me he was scared to death of rides. All the following years the rides were out of the question. I remember going through the exhibit hall and volunteering to be weighed...imagine that. He was proud of his weight (he had lost), I wasn't particularly pleased with mine. (Somethings haven't changed.) I always hated the big ole' zit on my forehead in this picture. You can see it right there by my eyebrow. (Stop reading and look). I felt like it was practically a "horn" on my head. Looking at the picture now, we seem to have a real dreamy look in our eyes...must have been love. This year we'll make the trip to the fair again. With the enthusiasm of an 8 year old we'll take it all in. Maybe we are a little less "dreamy" now but happy just the same. Two things are FOR SURE: John won't be riding the rides and I won't be getting on the scales. Enjoy!!