The county fair is often the biggest event of the year in many plains communities. Carnivals, tractor pulls, rodeos, cotton candy … where else can you get cotton candy? And the occasional traveling cowboy poet. For the agricultural folks it has two purposes: to train the next generation of farmers in the profound knowledge that it takes to feed the world, and second, to meet and educate consumers about where their food comes from.
This
summer, the plains have turned into a garden. Less rain at the right
time is better than more rain at the wrong time, which brings me to my
trip. By the time I reached the little town in Kansas, the clouds were
beginning to huddle, planning their next play. I went by the fairgrounds
to greet the fair board and check in. My performance was to be in the
outdoor rodeo arena. The bell horn speakers sounded like the announcer
at the Kentucky Derby.
We,
the board and I, worked on the sound system so it didn’t sound like a
tornado warning. When it was perfect, we moved it and broke one of the
connectors. Repair required a trip to Radio Shack in the next town 42
miles away. The sky was turning a bruised blue color in the north. I
went to the hotel and changed into my fancy shirt. The show was
advertised as a 7 p.m. performance. At 6 p.m., I was back at the
fairgrounds. The crowd was beginning to gather in the stands. Many of
them had driven 50-plus miles to be there. The carnival temporarily had
shut down in anticipation of rain. The clouds looked ominous. The storm
hit at 6:30 p.m.
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