By Mark David Blum

Noticeably absent at the ten o’clock opening of the Fair was the daily tradition of playing the National Anthem. Not a peep from the sound system was heard.

Well, there is the public address announcer who apparently needs to get out of his house more often.

While running through the list of events of the day, our hero public announcer said the night’s main attraction at the Grand Stand was, and I swear I quote, “Leonard Skin Yard”. I don’t know if he was corrected as I did not hear him announce the show again; though I strained.

Leonard SkinYard: It could be my porn stage name.

As for things you should do, as always I encourage you to go for Roo. Ignore the gator, though they got that too. Don’t be a jerk and miss the jerk chicken in the African Village. Try the one new food I still have yet to do. It is called ‘muffallato’ and for six bucks, I hope it blows you too.

Do not miss the chance to meet the folks from Argentina who are driving all over the world in a 1930 something Ford. Their stories are intriguing and fuels your own wanderlust. Take a moment and spare a buck. It is for a worthy cause.