by Anura Guruge
>> Sandwich Fair 2013
>> — Oct. 3, 2013.
++++ Search ‘Sandwich’ or ‘fair’ for TONS past posts and pictures. >>>>>>
Click any of the pictures, including above, to ENLARGE.
We always make it to Sandwich, rain or shine — and we have trudged through the mud. Not this year. It was good weather. Not as hot as it has been in some years but just right.
First time we have been on a Monday, Columbus Day. We usually, like most others, typically go on Saturday — but this year Teischan had Nutcracker practice. Given the choice between Sunday and Monday decided to go on Monday to see what it was like. Senior’s Day. So targeted at me. $4 to get in. Art Harriman, the eternal M.C., a senior himself, serenaded us.
Fairly decent crowds. Not packed. That was nice. But, when we got there shortly after 11:20 they claimed that both free car parks were full. They pull that stunt every year. Well, we are no strangers to Sandwich. So just drove up to the village green, and parked on the side of a church for free. No way we were going be paying for parking — on principal. Where we parked was actually closer to the fair. So!
The two tribute bands ‘Bon Air‘ and ‘Mellow Yellow‘ were good, the latter (from Vermont) very, very good. Though they played a number of times we only got to hear them for about 20 minutes. That was a shame. I could have listened to them for much longer. Best tribute band we have heard this year, and we went to about 5 (maybe 6) tribute concerts this Summer.
For the first time in my life I went to a fair and did NOT have apple crisp! Yes, I must be ill — as I am continually told by my doctors. Actually I didn’t eat ANY fair food — though the prices were very fair and compelling. Thought about having a sausage, but decided against. I eat too many (low fat ones be it) as it is. Instead I ate a banana, two apples and some egg salad (without any bread, of course). FOR ME staying away from food at the fair is easy. It has to be the demographics of those that go to Sandwich Fair. I notice it every year: there are a lot of very big men at Sandwich and I won’t, diplomatic, as ever, mention the ladies. This is what kills me. If I get talking to any of them, it doesn’t matter that they are limping or using a walking aid trying to battle gravity, they assure me that they have no cholesterol, no high-blood pressure and certainly not diabetes. Drives me nuts. Good jeans. That is my problem. We didn’t have good jeans in Ceylon — actually we didn’t have any jeans. The men mostly wore sarongs. That is why doctors love to tell me that I am a heart attack waiting to happen.