The state of Kentucky is like a giant family. Dysfunctional as all hell, armed to the teeth, and a little too fond of their bourbon but a family nonetheless. Each year in August, when the sun is the hottest, we have our annual family reunion, otherwise known as the Kentucky State Fair.
Urban is Urban and Rural is Rural and never the twain shall meet. Well, except at the fair. And sportsball. Grew up in a rather rural area myself, but have spent most of my adult life in the city so it's always entertaining to watch the two cultures meet and mingle.
Could have sworn there was some sort of symmetry here when I snapped this shot but I still can't figure out what.
Welcome to Guntucky! Think that was how they phrased it in 2020 when they were explaining to the out of town press at the square not to be alarmed if they saw firearms. Only seems fair that we have some at the state fair too.
Do you think they get paid a fair wage? Still wouldn't be enough for the bullshit they have to put up with. They do a free concert series at the fair which always draws a rowdy crowd.
But that's usually not until after the sun and copious amounts of booze have gone down.
Until then it's a rather different crowd.
Some even actually want you to take their picture.
Some are just ready for a showdown at high noon. Those two are 'corrections' officers rather than police but you can't tell it by the way they act. Back in my drinking days I managed to escape from some of their coworkers (and jail) and ever since we've not been on what I would call good terms.
Is it just me or does that guy look like he's ready to escape from this fine family function? There's always plenty of food and it's usually fairly suspect popular.
Ah, nothing says fun quite like pushing a stroller with a couple littles in 90 degree heat.
We've still got a few months before the next get-together, all these are from last year's state fair.
My train of thought has went for a swim so it's probably time I made like a tree and got the fuck out of here.
