Fried-Day - a Postscript

Well, we were in Dallas yesterday, and the siren song of Fair Park was too loud to ignore. All of Asher's cousins were in attendance, and I couldn't resist. Of course, it was a very different experience, but no less memorable.

Alas, the joys and pleasures of Senior Citizen day are no more. Greatest Generation dodderers have been usurped by grim-faced Baby Boomers bemoaning the length of the line for corn dogs. The tone has definitely changed. The place was packed on a Thursday morning - it ain't right. However, I did enjoy my fought-for fried food, and Asher actually sat for the entire puppet show! (The word 'sat' is used very loosely, as it consisted of crawling between my lap and kneeling on his seat. Also, that show has some pretty serious copyright infringement going on, but I don't think anybody's gonna rat them out. Plus, Ash laughed the hardest when they re-enacted a Kermit the Frog bit, so I'm not the stoolie for the job.)

My biggest head-wag is reserved for The Food and Fiber Pavilion (insert gregorian dirge here), which is now an uninspired cattle chute filled with poor suckers in a long line for a cup of Activia. That used to be ice cream! There was once a cow! HER NAME WAS ELSIE. HER BABY'S NAME WAS BEAU. AND THERE WAS CHOCOLATE MILK. I'm devastated.

Here's a tribute to the now-defunct ice cream station. Now everybody has to buy actual scoops of ice cream rather than relying on anemic ice-frosted sample-sized cones. Okay, maybe it's not the saddest thing in the world.