Fyodor goes to the fair with the local peasantry.

In my town, we close Main Street for a week every September and hold the oldest and largest continuously celebrated street fair in the country.

Just like in stories nobody reads anymore, there are games, food, competitions, and rides for the kiddies, kiddies. The weather this year has been fantastic, and that has brought out the crowds in what appears to be record numbers.

The only discordant note? The champion Strangest Looking Gourd looked like some dirt worshipper's worst post- TMI nightmare.