All over the country, it's fair time. Our little local fair has no livestock, not even the racing piglets that were always so popular. So the main draws are the carnival-type rides. When the sun goes down, even a small county fair takes on a magical air. I am happy to just stand in the midst of all the blinking lights and enjoy the changing colors and patterns. But please, don’t try to get me on anything that swings way up in the air. Once a chicken, always a chicken.