Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover:
It’s that time again! The Indiana State Fair is an annual celebration of Hoosier pride, farming, food, and 4-H, with amusement park rides, cooking demos, concerts by musicians either nearly or formerly popular, and farm animals competing for cash prizes without their knowledge. My wife Anne and I attend each year as a date-day to seek new forms of creativity and imagination within a local context…
It all comes down to this: all the other photos we took that were fit to share but didn’t lend themselves to themed galleries. Enjoy!

Can YOU guess what you’re supposed to spell by placing your body in the right position? Or would you rather leave it as “FAR” and pretend it’s modern art waiting for you to imprint meaning upon it?

Sadly not a promise that B.J. Novak would be doing photo ops; rather, a fire-breather act we missed.

This year the Bubble Tower was moved from the Family Fun Park over to the Glass Barn on the north side.

We played around for a while, catching bubbles and photographing them and trying not to trample the li’l kids around us.

Nitro, dragon mascot for the Indy Fuel (our minor league hockey team), who showed up and seemed like he might do something…but then kinda didn’t.

The Circle City Sidewalk Stompers Clown Band, a frequent afternoon sight on the north end.

A radioactive horse head on the two-story carousel, landing somewhere on the carousel fright scale between Something Wicked This Way Comes and Strangers on a Train.

Our collection of freebies given to us and some Hoosier-made foods we bought at the Mercantile on our way out.
The End. Thanks for reading! Lord willing, we’ll see you next fair.
Other chapters in this special MCC miniseries:
Part 1: Our Year in Food
Part 2: The Year in Food Art
Part 3: The Year of Basketball
Part 4: The Year in Lego
Part 5: The Year in Art, 3-D Division
Part 6: The Year in Art, 2-D Division
Part 7: The Year in Animals
Part 8: The Year in Antiques

Prospector Anne, wanted for the crime of Hoggin’ All Them Bubbles. Back in them there olden days, $113,000 was all the money in the world, so you knew they was real serious. Time was, bubbles was rarer’n gold!
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