Captain Pike's Ship Log II

Little Miss wonderful and I went to the Carnival in town. We showed up just before they really opened. This allowed us to roll and stroll about unimpeded.


I love the Carnival Artwork -- it really ought to be considered an art form. Maybe someday, archaeologists will be digging through and find stuff about a primitive show going society.



We live fairly near the fairgrounds. Last night, lying in bed, I could hear the groaning and clanking, mixed in with young girls screams and sirens sound effects. I could easily imagine a great mechanical beast; feasting on our young and their meager supply of money! What a great, slow-moving, seething beast which we must endure one week in the summer. Maybe it's the Great Granddaddy of the ice cream truck, which seems more benign, but feasts, one at a time, on our children -- especially around dinnertime!



Oh, and of course: this also qualifies as taking her out to dinner...

now, what food group was this again?

You've heard how a person's dog begins to look like its master, right? These two guys haven't owned their dogs very long, I guess...

We didn't go in the scary fun house -- thankfully, it's not accessible to everyone!


What the heck is this thing, anyway? I was glad I had already eaten before I got here...


I love juxtaposition:



I haven't always been as fascinated by the Carney Lifestyle -- it's the same as my interest in the hobos of old as described so well in London's "The Road and Other Stories". Maybe it's because I have passed the point in life where this would be possible for me.