There are certain signs that the end of summer is imminent. One of those is the fair in the center of Templeton. It was today. Like most small town fairs, it is exactly the same every year. The same venders the same people. The same everything. It is comforting in a way though. I went today (Jen didn't want to go) with the kids and Chaucer, knowing exactly what would be there, and I was right, right down to Steve Laprise (My dad's neighbor) and his wagon full of puppies. Henry and Nora got cotton candy and honey sticks and begged for stuffed animals with leashes and cheap plastic guns that break after three uses. But I prevailed and walked away with money in my pocket, void of carne toys.
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