A few weeks ago, my dear wife Karen and I got done with our things on a Friday late afternoon and went to the New York State Fair.
We took the Centro bus shuttle from Destiny USA and were stuck in traffic on 695 West for an hour. A state police escort came up and drove us out of the tangle on the shoulder.
That allowed us to eat Dinosaur Bar-B-Que, walk the Center of Progress and grab a Shock
Top draft at a joint set up adjacent to Chevy Court.
I must remember this place has a court for patrons with a pretty good view of the musical act.
We afforded a nice view of The Beach Boys.
They sounded pretty jaunty compared to last year’s version with Brian Wilson, I thought.
Oh, yeah, after this we walked off to see the goats. Tomorrow, I’ll show you.