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Before I get down and dirty with all the things we saw at the Fryeburg Fair let me point out a few things we didn’t see.

We didn’t see the agricultural expo or the natural resources building ….

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Because my husband met a man who knew our farming neighbor and had to talk to him for 37 minutes.

We didn’t see the craft show or tour the fiber arts building…

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Because my husband struck up a 24 minute conversation with this nice volunteer who was rebuilding the motor on a vintage harrow.

And we didn’t see the rabbits, goats, llamas or chickens….

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Because my husband met a fellow Marine who was stationed in Beirut, Lebanon during the same awful time. It was the ‘83 bombing that killed 241 servicemen, the largest loss of Marines in a single day since the Battle of Iwo Jima. This was a sad conversation and one I didn’t interrupt… but still.

You know my husband, it wasn’t brief.

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