By David Anderson, Tillicum
Just so you know I’m not always defending our community against all enemies foreign and domestic, I also write for fun. This is one of those.
The sights, sounds and smell of the Puyallup Fair are, as they say, “worth the price of admission.” There was a young trapeze artist spinning in the air; a magician hawking a fair special on tricks to perform “on your friends at the bar” – among them a playing card spinning all by itself before our very eyes; and outrageous rides that no one in their right mind would ever otherwise contemplate were it not for peer pressure.
There are strings attached – fortunately for the gal suspended far above the audience, and no doubt those in the sling-shot hot-seat were happy their ride was retractable. Somehow I think the card shark had strings attached to what he was selling too.
As I was helping our just-days-away-from-being-
It’s all intoxicating fun and I even got into the act. Finding no place to sit when happening by an already-in-progress stage show, my wife sat down on the curb but I spied a ladder leaning against a wall, unfolded it, climbed to the top and had inarguably the best seat in the house. A no doubt envious passer-by stopped, reached up his hand for a high-five, congratulated me on my creativity, and continued on his way after offering a “God bless you man!” I shouted the same to him.
Then a more official looking fellow happened by, looked up and said, “Are you connected to this show?” From my perch high atop the ladder, I thought for a moment and considered that I was indeed connected to the show. I was watching it wasn’t I? But I admitted I was not and he didn’t bless me like the other guy but muttered something about his boss would be along shortly.
At that point I thought I should do something official that would validate my new-found position in life so I got out my ever-present pen and pocket notebook and began a tally of strollers vs. non-strollers being careful however not to lose my balance nor miss a moment of the performance.