History and Culture of the Sonoma County Fair

       Get on the bus, Gus, make a new plan, Stan, don't be coy, Roy, just set yourself free.  That's what we thought we were doing as we piled into the Nitro and ventured out into the future to experience

what was supposed to be a present newsreel of the last 75 years of the Sonoma County Fair.
             Our opening foray across the port bow was to enter the fair by verbalizing

our intent to go to the pig auction, since more than one group of people had said that they couldn't get into the fair until it opened at eleven.  Now, historically speaking, a few years ago, instead of

eleven, we would be allowed in at ten.  The fair was never closed on Mondays. Well, the pig auction was a little confusing, since one pig went for five dollars a pound, the next for twenty-two.

        In other words, this little piggy went to market, this little piggy had none, and this little piggy waddled all the way home.
Whoosh went the pheromones, the synapse capitulating the outcomes.

        The main hall, with it's enigmatic barker crews, left their own voice overs at the door, and the historical foraging left no cultural imaginings to it's traditional  meanderings of public domains.

         Though the hall of flowers symbolically with it's Dinosaur displays was understandable, not seeing some of the past cultural displays or visible memorabilia, withered our enthusiasm for
the dancing of the Sonoma Sugar Plum fairies. We enjoyed immensely the beautiful art of quilting, the cake and cupcakes made by the young kids, and a lot of the crafts, so often displayed over the years by the creative adults and kids of Sonoma County.

                                                                  We had a chance when we went to the photo booths with the wonderful curtains, to converse with one of the roustabouts, who had originally grown up in the south, and now, found himself traveling from one fair to the other, in a personal trailer, about his lifestyle, and learned that Minnesota was one of his personal favorite fairs, and that San Diego and Monterey were his personal favorites here in California.  He continued with stories of technological changes in the carnival rides, though they were not being implemented here in Sonoma County, and that the kids here, compared to other fairs were somewhat rude to the general public in their communications.  

          As for the culinary choices, we ended up with a chicken gyro, a cherry funnel cake and a combination of fried food consisting of mushrooms, artichoke hearts, eggplant and zucchini.  We finished our historical and cultural fair ride with getting our picture taken with "Clo" and a visual sandwich board provoking the concepts of the history of Earthquakes in our general geological area, how to survive them, and to pick some of the pieces of our lives up afterward.  We then scampered out to our "Nitro" and got out of Dodge, the back way.  This is Steven, still waiting for the promise of striking gold in the Sonoma County Backroads via the 75th anniversary of historical and cultural inferences in the hollows and intellectual traffic of Sonoma County, Child, wishing all of you a present day understanding of the Debt Ceiling that has been keeping us all hostage the past couple of weeks....!!!!!