Turn out was a little light yesterday. I suspect it had something to do with being at the State Fair. Not only was there an admission charge of $5 to get in, but traffic was heavy and parking tough. You’d have to be pretty determined to show up. Nevertheless Patrick and I signed autographs for 301 hardy souls. Including the guy on the right. He travels around the world doing IT for the FBI. He gave each of us an evil looking spiked wooden mace from the Ukraine called a “boliva.” Can’t wait to give that to the kids. We also met a guy who invents new packaging for M&Ms, a young couple who met and fell in love in line to meet us last year, and quite a few babies who fall asleep to us each night. I love doing these appearances!
After signing all those autographs and kissing all those babies, Patrick, Chris Leary, and I toured the fair. It was a true old fashioned state fair. Patrick kept gravitating toward the craft pavilions. He really seems to love old fashioned handicrafts. I’m not kidding. Chris and I gravitated toward Little Richard’s fried food stand. We ordered funnel cake, fried Oreos, and fried Twinkies. I think they’d fry my shoe for ten bucks.
At about six we headed back to the hotel. I went straight to bed, exhausted. I think everyone else went out to some Irish pub. Today it’s back to the fair for three hours then a six o’clock flight back home. There are lots of fair pictures on the mob, and I’ll post more today.