A few years back, somebody asked me if I was a “fair person.” At first, I didn’t really know what the question meant. Fair in what sense? Then I realized they weren’t talking about fairness as a concept, but the fair as a place. Maybe that initial hesitation was my answer. I didn’t grow up going to the fair. But then I thought about it for a second. I do know some fair people. In fact, I am married to one. Does that mean I’ve become one too?
After all, the good stuff about the Puyallup—ahem—Washington State Fair, is so good. This is especially true
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