My last trip to the State Fair probably came on a vacation about the time Jimmy Carter was figuring out he might not get re-elected.
Growing up I had attended frequently, great times with my grandparents and, when old enough, my friends, but as I became more entrenched in the demands of career and family in another state, my personal calendar never really coincided with the fair’s.
So as we often do when transition scoops up our lives and deposits them in cones of change, I replaced tradition with memory.