Hmm, I wonder if this shot of Mickey and the gang is properly licensed?

All the lights on the midway were very pretty at night; they don’t translate well to pictures, I’m afraid. Below, the sign when we were leaving the Alan Jackson concert. I did take a couple of photos of that, with the band looking like ants on the stage, but they are in the big camera so I’ll have to fish them out at some point….

As mentioned, Chris Cagle’s crew was loading his trailer, which was attached to a big tour bus. Well, it was wedged too damned tightly in between booths and such, and it had a terrible time getting out of the space. Back and forth, back and forth – OY! Well, it was somthing to occupy our attention while waiting to get in to see Alan Jackson.

Chris had a deep-seated need for “those curly fried potato things”, which I admit were good, but they were horribly greasy. The place where she got these was also selling batter-dipped, deep-fried mushrooms, and the guy gave me a free one. It was a freakin’ MOUTHFUL of grease, and I quickly chucked it into the trash.

Meanwhile, exciting things were about to occur near the entrance to the concert arena. The Geico Gecko made a personal appearance! He signed autographs and posed for photos. One of the guys from the Geico tent had a Polaroid camera and took photos, which he then gave to the folks who posed. Fun!

Late in the afternoon, we spied an Alan Jackson tour rig! Kept peering through the fence, but there was no sign of “something tall and strong” anywhere back there.

Meanwhile, the star of the 3:30 PM concert, Chris Cagle, was signing autographs while his crew was loading the trailer full of his equipment. He was SHORT, which came as a surprise to me.

Chris wants to know why SHE is always the one that has to model dumb hats and princess accessories, etc. Well, cause I’m the one with the camera in my hand already, that’s why!

I think she bought the above t-shirt for Jon. Meanwhile, I cracked up at the one below!

We stopped to listen a while to a band that played Peruvian-type music. They sounded pretty much like Agua Clara, a Peruvian group that plays in Penn Station and Rockefeller Center and such in NYC.

Chris thought this guy, dancing to the Peruvian music, looked like a Seminole.

Everywhere she goes
Everybody knows
It’s Little Miss America…

There were so many of these, and they were all so beautiful, it was hard to know where to put your eyes first.

The proprietor was really nervous about the picture-taking. Surprisingly, a lot of these vendors do not have a web site through which they sell stuff. I don’t know why they wouldn’t – have to be lots of people like me who don’t want to schlep purchases around the fair all day, and would prefer to order and have it delivered home.

Honestly, the distance to the gate is nothing. I don’t know why these buses were provided. Big-ass, air conditioned tour buses, too!

I hear a rooster coming from those trees to the left…