Despite a hellish summer, despite a whipped-and-beaten economy, despite a blustering governor who refuses to do his homework, despite cruel watering restrictions that mock the simple homeowner’s dream of a pretty lawn, my beloved Yankees are in the playoffs. And the State Fair opens today!
What’s that you say? Which State Fair?
The State Fair. The real one. The big one. The famous one. The one that celebrates its 125th year this year. The one I’ve only missed about three times since I was seven years old. That one.
And by the way, if you asked the typical under-30 person today just why the Cotton Bowl is called the Cotton Bowl, do you think they’d have a clue?
Here’s a hint. Stuff used to grow all over North Texas.