Like tens of thousands of other people, I was at Fair St. Louis on July 2, enjoying the unseasonably nice weather. It was a fun time, at least until some joker started firing bottle rockets into the crowd as it dispersed at the end of the night. One highlight was sampling the twin delicacies of the fried Twinkie and the fried Snickers bar. Oooooowheeeeee! Ain't that America?
There's a short photo essay after the jump. I would have gotten these up earlier, but, umm, I was waiting to get the pictures developed. Yeah, that's the ticket. (In the age of the Internets and digital cameras, there just aren't any good excuses anymore.)
Waiting on Chestnut to be frisked by the small team of volunteers from A.G. Edwards
Waiting to buy an enormous lemonade after giving up any hope of being able to get close enough to see the Black Eyed Peas
Waiting for it to get dark
The rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air
The aftermath 99 cans of scab beer in the trash ...