ello, nostalgia. I woke up this morning with memories of the Dixie Classic Fair – a funnel cake / 4H club / ferris wheel explosion of Fall colors and awkward hand holding which comes to Winston-Salem each October. Funny I should think of this today – I just looked online and today is the first day of the fair! Were I in the Stone, I would totally be there. Pigs with ribbons! Apple Pies! Hoddogs! Rides! Sheep and Donkey petting! This fair used to be the main event in my packed middle school social calendar. I would have  yard sale, Sell some crap to innocent victims, and make a cool 40 bucks which somehow then seemed to last forever. Oh, I want to go to there (Fair.)