It was another “fill it to the brim” weekend in Maine. For me, the 48 hours (more or less) begins on Friday at around 4:00 p.m. when I go to my farm share. It’s a peaceful way to begin the weekend, sorting through locally grown organic eggplants, string beans, and kale. Sometimes I take Handy along, and sometimes I don’t. Depends on his schedule. I might stop and visit my parents and share some of the farm “take” with them. If Friday night had a sound, it might be the “sssssss…..” of air leaking out of a tire.
But by Saturday morning, I’ve taken a deep breath and I’m ready to hit the accelerator hard. Get to the dump by dump by 7:00 a.m., race around town running errands, work in the gardens, visit with my brother or whomever else stops by; a generally busy vibe.
This week, my spur of the moment suggestion was the Topsham Fair, what with it being “agricultural fair season” here in Maine.
I hadn’t been to the Topsham Fair since I was a little girl, riding on the Tilt-a-Whirl with my father. I had heard a few radio commercials for the fair and I knew there was a “Demolition Derby” on Saturday night.
Demolition Derby? Isn’t that an episode of Happy Days where Fonzie gets hurt in a demolition derby and has a romance with Pinky Tuscadero? Sure, something like that in the Tee Vee show’s fourth season, just prior to the fifth when Fonzie and the whole show “jumped the shark.” Some have argued that the show jumped the shark earlier…
The demolition derby at the Topsham Fair was kind of like an episode of Happy Days with tattoos and i-phones; I was intrigued and fascinated by the event. You can read more about the history of these popular fair events here.
For sure, it’s better to watch a car wreck than to be one.
I promise, I’ll write about more serious topics in the future. Things like the foolishness of presidential debates and whatever other silly thing is trending on Facebook.
For right now, all I can think about is finding another demolition derby.
File this one under “Monday’s wreckage.”