This year, for the first time ever, Chris suddenly expressed a desire to visit The Big E.
For those who don’t know, The Big E is the Eastern State Exposition. It’s sort of New England’s answer to the Iowa State Fair. What the heck got into Chris to make him want to make him want visit it I have no idea.
Oh, wait, yes I do. That. He’d heard about that. That is a one pound meatball.
My only memories of The Big E are from having been as a kid way back in the 1970’s. I vaguely remember there being some animals, some seemingly boring State exhibits, lots of amusement park rides (not one of which I ever rode on) and Hitler’s car. For some reason, the prospect of seeing Hitler’s car has left a lasting impression on me. These days the notion of Hitler’s car sounds like the butt end of a joke to me. “A priest, a rabbi and Hitler’s car!”
Hitler’s car was nowhere to be seen but there was this.
Not to be confused with this.
The price of a dollar which hardly seemed worthy considering this behemoth was being led through the crowd for free. A Clydesdale.
Note the man with the shovel.
One horse warrants just one shovel. But a team of horses? That calls for a Zamboni.
There weren’t so many animals as I remembered but we did finally find some goats. Goats are so cool. They’re always inquisitive and they’ve got those nifty sideways eyes too.
Here’s a sheep. Sort of.
And a bear.
There was a parade of sorts which we blithely wandered into the back of before it had even gotten started. I think we were looking for water or ice-cream or pie something when – puff – we were behind the scenes of a parade.
There were three or four marching bands but this one might have been the best dressed.
And that’s a 1942 Ford painted Air Force blue. That is not a Jeep. The owner told me that, weather permitting, she and her husband drive in the parade every day at 5:00. The parade always starts at 5:00.
The Air Force was there too. A few officers and lots and lots of sergeants – as if they didn’t have a choice about attending…
And when these guys briskly walked by my reflex was to snap their photo because, holy cow, did they ever look like goons – ya know?
But later, during the parade, when they passed by sitting in the back of a Cadillac I finally realized they were supposed to look like Danny DeVito, Jack Nicholson and Robert Di Nero. Because, that makes sense.
That’s makes about as much sense as clapping for a school bus.
There were these guys in pith helmets too. I didn’t understand their presence either but I do love a pith helmet.
And, yes, they and their little team of horses were being tailed by a Zamboni too.
About the big meatball – we never found it. But we did find this place – a tiny tented Hofbrauhaus.
The Hofbrauhaus, compared to some other culinary options…
…seemed down right civilized.
“Fresh Fried Vegetables.” Noted.
Tempting though that was, this is what I opted for. A beer battered brat – on a stick!
Chris took a more grownup approach and ate his brat off of a bun.
This soft serve place with its purple cow was appealing but by the time we found it we were ready to come home.
We’d seen enough. We’d had a fun day at the fair.
Bonus photo: The two of us together. Some nice man offered to take our picture. I did not expect that to happen.