You don’t get days much better than this for a summer carnival. The sun shone down through the nearly cloudless day without driving the temperatures up too high. My eight year old daughter had her bracelet on which allowed her unlimited rides until 5 PM. Running from one ride to the next, she would meet one set of friends and then another as they took their seats for their next adventure. Beside the rides, parents stood, waiting for the kids and holding various toys, drinks, or food for them.

The older kids who could attend the fair without their parents moved in packs whispering and giggling amongst themselves. Volunteer firemen prepared hot dogs, hamburgers and steak and cheese sandwiches. Over the heat of the grills they snapped at one another if someone took the wrong order.

Around the food tables, the politicians hovered. Congresswoman Rosa DeLauro shook hands with various constituents, and the wife and daughter of Connecticut Gubernatorial candidate Ned Lamont worked the crowd a few days before the primary.

I had had a long meeting in the morning, and was pretty tired, but I gave it my best effort. Now, I am home, resting. Fiona wants to go back at night to see all the rides lit up and perhaps more importantly, to see the fireworks. We will see if I can rally and muster the energy to drive back.