Sunday was the 25th consecutive time I have taken my daughter Whitney to the Arkansas State Fair.
It may not be our last, but it was the grand finale of taking her as a single lady since she and Brad Homan are getting married this Saturday.
Of course as timing would have it, she is getting married during the Arkansas-Auburn football game.
I’m reminded that someone once said three things are forever in the state of Arkansas: Worthen Bank, the Arkansas Gazette and the Arkansas Razorbacks.
They were right about the Hogs, but as important as they are when it comes to family, my priorities are in order.
Ironically, the pastor, my pastor, who will perform the service is a former Razorback football player, who is also a season ticket holder and while he wouldn’t have gone to Auburn, there is a chance he and his family – his oldest son Garrett is also a former Razorback football player and all four of his children graduated from the UA – would have been perched in front of the TV.
Robert Lewis, who is retired as pastor at Fellowship Bible Church, said the game would be just as good on DVR.
Robert could retire and move to Timbuktu and he would still be my pastor. That’s a whole different story for a different time.
Anyway, Whitney and I have many traditions and some of those are at the State Fair so Sunday afternoon, as the sun set on the day but hopefully not on our annual trek, we walked the midway. Strolled through the petting barn. Had a corndog and toured the Hall of Industry.
A few years ago we dropped the habit of riding the Scrambler and Tilt-a-Whirl.
We talked about the wedding a little. A little about past trips and winning her slam bracelets and how proud I was to win her a teddy bear only to have her mother walk up with one twice as big.
How we were in a barn when a pig, a big pig, got loose.
We’ve had pineapple ice cream, taffy and tacos.
Our final stop is always the Hall of Industry and it was different this time as people crowded around televisions to watch the end of the Dallas Cowboys game.
As we walked out the exit we decided to have dinner at Senor Tequila’s, another longtime tradition that probably won’t change any time soon either.
Or at least I hope not.You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.