Fair Basketball is a Different Game

I fondly remember the fairs from my youth. Sis and I didn’t get to town much in the summers, we worked for our dad on the farm or helped Mom in the house. There was always work to do and if we had some spare time, that was the time to do it. But when the fair was on, we got to go every day. Dad liked the tractor pull and walking through the livestock barns. Mom liked the music at the covered…