The fair came to town recently. There were lots of bright lights, loud noises and spinning things. I hate spinning things. They make me throw up. So do buses. If you don’t believe me ask my family about a certain incident in Martinique involving something called Zig Zag Road. My puking is now legend among a certain group of tourists who visited there in July of 2003.
Anyway, I hate spinning things if I’m on them. I like them when it comes to taking their picture. Between the lights and the motion and the outlandish people, the fair was a photography feast. I could have started a website that would have rivaled
People of Wal-Mart with pictures from there. As it was, I stuck to the lights and rides.
