I was a senior in high school and wanted to entertain my girlfriend, so I offered to take her to all the rides at the county fair. With a tank of gas in that clunker Volkswagen and $25 in my pocket, I was sure to be the best Friday night date in town.
Through the gate into the fairgrounds we went, past the farm equipment, smelly livestock barns, the hot dog and popcorn stands and the craft building with jams, pies and quilts. We had one thing on our minds – the rides. The towering Ferris wheel marked our destination.