“And to think we were against you in the late war!!!” – Muzzy Van Hossmere in ‘Thoroughly Modern Millie’
Wow.
That was quite the herd.
We watched the Fair crowd coming and going over at the Millarville Track the other day, miles and miles of them filling acres and acres, all through the day, big ones, little ones, floating by with their dogs and their gooses and their hay and their pies and their pictures and their horses and their ribbons and curls, with parades and floats and messy pie-eating contests, quilt auctions, raffles, kid’s playing, face-painting, sitting and visiting, shopping in the Market . . . . . . and all of the smiles, smiles, smiles . . . . .
There was a electrifying shriek at the end, a howl from the back of the crowd, an ascendant “WHOOP!!!” when Gentleman Paul Teskey read the winning name in the Millie the Massey Raffle . . . . . and then galloping from the rear to the front came Myrna McKay, bounding through a crowd of hundreds of human-types, yelling above the hubbub that she’d bought the winning ticket but had put it in the name of someone else.
Now . . . . . . I might be only a dumb, grass chewing, overly-flatulence-laden cow but I’m thinking it’s only at your local county Fair where someone could boldly and loudly proclaim they bought the winning ticket (but wrote someone else’s name down), brashly run up to claim the prize that’s in SOMEONE ELSE’S NAME, strike a ballsy handshake deal to give a 1950 rust-soaked Massey Harris 44 darling angel for use as a film prop to an internationally syndicated and locally filmed television show called “Heartland,” which would donate her back to the Fair later . . . . . . and have the whole unlikely story believed by everyone in attendance without a shadow of a doubt or the raising of a single human eyebrow!!!
How diabolically trusting is that? 
What’s next? “Open the gate Farmer Bob!! I’ll be right back!! I swear!!” Continue reading »
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