Sunday, OCF

It was a hot Oregon day, but we braved the weather for another day at the OCF. I think one of the best benefits in our hours on the paths there is that I did not think of Donald Trump once.
32 Oregon Country Fairs in the wrap.

Found Poem, Sunday Oregon Country Fair

Girl: “Achoo! Achoo!” Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!
“Achoo! Achoo!”
Me: “Bless you!”
Girl:

“BUS COMING THROUGH! THIS IS AN ACTIVE ROADWAY!”

“Oh, there’s a bee right on your face.”

Father to son: “Why didn’t you do this when your mother was here?”

Song about Homegrown Tomatoes.

“Brainfreeze!”

“Cheese blintzes? Are you kidding me?”

“This place goes on forever.”

“That tie dyed robe? That is sick.”

Woman: “Achoo! Achoo!”
Me: “Bless you.”
Woman: “Thank you.”
Me: “No, thank YOU!”

Woman misting people: “Sweet and happy holiness.”

Little girl: “Knock knock.”
Old man: “Who’s there?”
Little girl: “Boo.”
Old man:”Boo who?”
Little girl: “Oh, I didn’t mean to make you cry!”

“Can’t stop the momentum of the carts coming through!”