The Cherry Festival

Saturday was the day that we began potty training Jack with the help of Moms. To alleviate the added pressure of us being there we rolled out to the Cherry Festival. I hadn't attended a Cherry Festival since 1983. See, I was disqualified from the Big Wheel race and put a Baltic hex on the festival. It survived.

We parked and paid only to hear that it was free parking, which didn't make sense but hey, what does?

Here we have Sophia in her lil' cherry outfit.

I backpacked her...
Just call me wince...


I gotta pee yo, I gotta pee!
What was the name of the carny who ran this ride? The CRAZY DOCTOR!



The Zipper. They oughta call it the rusty zipper due to what it would scare out of you. Debbie was shocked to see this as she thought it was old and dangerous when she was a kid!





FRIED DOUGH BABY!


Here you go...
Are you sure you want this for breakfast?

Mmmmm.....I wish that I had gotten this with custard on it. This week maybe.
Mmmmm....
I hate to admit it, but I look thin in this photo. The magic of sucking in your neck and your tummy. 
This is the ride Debbie rode, the Orbiter. I have videos of the terror of this thing!
Waiting...

I can't watch Dad, I can't watch!


Trying to escape.
The look says it all.
Never again!
The meat sponsors the stage. 
Billy Squire will be playing on this very stage on the 7th. Talk about a crowd full of burnouts
Talk about a baby who is passed out.
One tends to forget how beautiful it is up here on a nice, sunny day.
Ducked into a shoe store. 



On the way home...