Thanks to the Writer’s Almanac, I now know that today is the birthday of e.e. cummings. So:
Who knows if the moon’s
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky–filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody’s ever visited,where
in love and flowers pick themselves
(Taken from americanpoems.com.)
A nice thought for your Friday, right?
So today is the first day of the North Carolina State Fair, that annual festival of food, livestock and rides. My husband is not keen on going, so I probably won’t this year, but I’ve still been following all the hype with my usual interest. One thing has been a little bit unnerving, though. A couple of days back, they had a story on the news about how the fair was hiring temporary workers to help work the midway and assemble rides. Okay, I thought, well, they probably need extra help, and they most likely offer very careful training of that ride assembly. Then, today, as the fair begins, apparently they are still inspecting and about half the rides are shut down because they haven’t passed. Um…okay. But they’ll be passed later, right? And when they do, it will be because the people that were hired to put them together were trained very carefully, correct?
Well, let’s hope so. In the meantime, just go look at the cows and eat some deep fried Oreos. That’s safe. Or, safer.
As for me, I’ll probably skip the risky stuff altogether and go see Elizabethtown. Midway rides may be sketchy, but Cameron Crowe…him, I trust. Totally.