It�s that time a year again. Labor Day weekend and everyone�s scrambling for one last hurrah.
That means the big top�s gone up down the street and the Carney�s have invaded the area. Cheap plush toys and goldfish in a cup can be yours for just a few tosses per ticket!
I didn�t see any feathered roach clips or Metallica Mirrors lined up � but then again, I didn�t see any skee ball booths set up either.
Maybe this, the fancy ass land of Blue Bloods and baby strollers just think something like that is just too tacky.
Hell yeah it�s tacky. It�s supposed to be tacky. It's a Carnival - I don't care if ground zero is on the White House lawn - you are supposed to be kitschy!
But even without the roach clips or the Zipper there is one common factor that binds every festival together �if you really wanna see folks go crazy, just wander �til you see the long lines for those Carney Culinary Delights I call:
The usual suspects have shown up - Hot Dogs OnAStick, and Cotton Candy OnAStick and the Pickle OnAStick. Shelled off on the general public in their saturated fat goodness at a 300% markup. It�s the American way!
But of course the real signal summer�s about to take her last warm breath comes when people are going ga-ga for the ubiquitous PorkChop OnAStick.
Man, you�d think people�d never seen food before the way they line up to eat fried pork-flesh speared with a chunk o� wood.