Thursday, September 29, 2016
Monday, September 26, 2016
There was a shallow swimming pool type area heavily overstocked with heavily overfed trout. Snagging was not allowed, and none of the fish being kept in the piscine concentration camp ever looked interested in eating anything. The tackle and bait supplied probably didn’t help matters. Fishing poles were given out, but they were reelless. At the end of the tied on string was a small hook featuring an eraser sized piece of either raw calamari…or dry caulking.
The sum total of our fish winnings was far less than the number of Rambo knives we took home.
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Monday, September 19, 2016
Aside from crowding together to laugh at each other at that old time picture booth, once we hit our teen years, our folks let us wander the Fair on our own with set check in and return times and locations. Note to modern parents: we pulled this off successfully year after year without the use of cell phones.
Yes, Up the Lake people do have a limited form of telepathy.
Also known as: “Fear of the wrath of a worried and angered Italian Mother after a missed check in.”
Thursday, September 15, 2016
Monday, September 12, 2016
(With an update added today! Vocal Trash returning next year! YAY!)
Our parents were far better at getting children suffering from Up the Lake levels of exhaustion out of bed in the wee hours of the morning than we ever were.