I hate to admit it, but I'm beat. Too tuckered to write. It took me more than two hours to drive to work this morning, thanks to Mutha Nature, and another hour or so to get home (the big delay being right in the heart of downtown DC.) So, I'm having dinner, ironing some work clothes, brushing my teeth, and hitting the sack. I can tell the tale tomorrow. (I will also rant about the U.S. Post Office and its continuing efforts to make me completely insane by never being able to handle my held mail properly. I swear to god, I don't know what the hell is wrong with the Bethesda Post Office.)
Okay. Until I'm rested up, here's a tiny visual sample of the Fest o' the Midwest:
A disturbing Iowa phenomenon. They sell 44-ounce "kups" for your, uh, favorite fluids. (And that's all I'm sayin' for now...)
Belgian draft horses - damn they're huge!
A straw goat greets you at Swedesburg
The American Gothic House
A tiny, rural Air Power Museum
Merujo pays a visit to Krazy Kaplan's Fireworks - buy one, get six free!
More soon. But for now - food, clean teeth, and some solid hours of sleep...