This is a quick one: I’M GETTING OLD. The reality hit me this morning when Sam and I went out for breakfast to Denny’s. (Yes, Denny’s AGAIN. Stop laughing.) As we sat in the dining room at 10 a.m. with other elderly diners I ordered the Senior Scrambled Eggs — seriously, that’s what it’s called on the menu — and got full eating less than HALF of what they gave me. I actually felt pathetic. Normal people don’t get full on one scrambled egg, one sausage link and half a pancake.
Sam ate my bacon. He’s still a growing boy of 52.
In preparation for my brother-in-law’s visit in October I’m pleased to present the following photos of the Texas State Fair, which will be on David’s agenda while he’s here.
Pictured above are: 1) a happy corn dog; 2) the opening day parade in downtown Dallas; 3) Big Tex, who’s 52 feet tall and welcomes visitors to Fair Park; and 4) the midway at night.
Our state fair is the largest in the United States and also the GREASIEST, as the following sign montage clearly illustrates. If you’ve never had fried butter, fried pecan pie, fried beer or chicken-fried bacon, grab some napkins and a bottle of Tums and let’s get ready to rumble.
Other attractions at Fair Park (see below) include the Cotton Bowl and the Texas Star ferris wheel, which is tall enough to give you a nosebleed. There are also a pile of interesting museums and an aquarium in case a meal of fried butter isn’t a big enough attraction.
And now I think I’ll make a quick trip to the drug store in Sunnyvale to pick up some assorted crapola and then come home and continue with the laundry. I’ve got a MOUNTAIN of it. (We’re either exceptionally clean or exceptionally dirty, but I’m not sure which.)
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