Ceeeeeerrn Dogs & Throw Up Rides

It's that time of year again here in my city in Florida. The good ol' FAIR has run up into town. Just like so many years before, I could smell the FAIR the second I stepped out of the car. The smell of cotton candy, polish dogs, ceerrn dogs and cow poop nicely embedded its self in my nostrils. The sound of carnies trying to take his last two dollars to win a prize for this pretty lady, the sound of Bon Jovi taking me back to Paradise City, and the popping of balloons still ring in my ears. The sight of flashing lights, toothless men and women walking around in cutoff shorts and wife beaters in the 50 degree weather have blinded me once again. The kiddies riding every ride three or eight times. The petting zoo full of the same animals I've seen in years past, eating outta my hand, and me looking for the nearest bottle of hand sanitizer. It's a sign that Summer is over and Winter is on its way. It never fails to be bone chilling cold where you must dust off your winter coat to fight the chill in the air. There's nothing like the FAIR.