There is something special about a little fair in Bloomsburg, PA. It’s actually quite a big. It’s a fair with flare. And tonight, as the chill of autumn descends over a landscape that was recently burdened with summer and sin, it’s a much nicer landscape to view.
All the food has been fried. And people are fried, too. It’s been a long week for carnies and ‘freaks’ and geeks with sneaks. But it’s been real, that’s for sure.
And reality stays the same at the Bloomsburg Fair. What was there in 1940 is pretty much there today. That is the amazing part of it all. It’s like each year picks up where the previous year left off..
I recall older days when a fuller family went to the fair. I remember warm afternoons under the sun and cold nights–I even remember a late 1980s night when my cousin and I jammed ourselves into a phone booth to stay warm. Yes, those phone booths are gone now. Replacing them? Mind-numbed zombies watching their phones instead of the surroundings.
The fair doesn’t change much. The people who go to it do, however.
But..
In the nighttime air, under that harvest moon, families still walk together, children still laugh in awe at the sights and smells and sounds. And lovers still embrace by a gate, leaving the fair, glancing back, and saying ‘see you next year’ with a wink and a smile.
Bloomsburg Fair 2012. END.
To be continued.
