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Brethren and Sistren,
I don't mind the boys playing a fair. State Fairs are kind of like farmers' markets except that the people tend to be overweight, funnel cake not know for its organic origins, operated alternately by the Carnival Hands Union or Teamsters, and mostly found in outlying communities of the hot, dusty, humid interior of the Great State of California. You'll be pleased at the many homeless dressed up in filthy costumes of your favorite superhero shaking you down for a few coins after an impromptu photo op in which he/she literally stands in front of your family just as you snap a shot, demanding payment for the thrill, the various teens and gang members that infiltrate the parking lot (or when they've "acquired" sufficient finances, actually purchase entry), the loud music from many quarters competing for your attention, and other super duper experiences. Upon leaving, if the general daytime heat and humidity haven't extinguished your breath for life, usually the dust kicked up at such an affair can do the trick. And that huge cattle ranch down the road? If the breeze blows just right you'll have a front row seat to organic cow patty production. I'm pretty sure if DLR can withstand the filtered, cold air of some of last tour's arenas, he'll be quite at home in dust and dung residue.
But I still might go, I'll just take a rental car... uh huh uh huh uh huh
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I don't mind the boys playing a fair. State Fairs are kind of like farmers' markets except that the people tend to be overweight, funnel cake not know for its organic origins, operated alternately by the Carnival Hands Union or Teamsters, and mostly found in outlying communities of the hot, dusty, humid interior of the Great State of California. You'll be pleased at the many homeless dressed up in filthy costumes of your favorite superhero shaking you down for a few coins after an impromptu photo op in which he/she literally stands in front of your family just as you snap a shot, demanding payment for the thrill, the various teens and gang members that infiltrate the parking lot (or when they've "acquired" sufficient finances, actually purchase entry), the loud music from many quarters competing for your attention, and other super duper experiences. Upon leaving, if the general daytime heat and humidity haven't extinguished your breath for life, usually the dust kicked up at such an affair can do the trick. And that huge cattle ranch down the road? If the breeze blows just right you'll have a front row seat to organic cow patty production. I'm pretty sure if DLR can withstand the filtered, cold air of some of last tour's arenas, he'll be quite at home in dust and dung residue.
But I still might go, I'll just take a rental car... uh huh uh huh uh huh
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