The county fair is where you go to eat turkey legs and funnel cakes, to ride the tilt-a-whirl and the ferris wheel, to look at the hogs and lambs and chickens and steers and see who won the blue ribbon, to see who made the best jelly or grew the biggest tomato, to collect free pens and combs and dehydrated sponges, to watch the politicians schmooze with the bankers and kiss babies, to lose your money on the ring toss and the shooting gallery, to stroll around with your baby all over the midway. Who could forget the fair?