Well folks, today is the last day of the Indiana State Fair. For the record, I am not a country boy (although I think I could sing “Thank God I’m a Country Boy” by John Denver or at least the chorus). People who have met me usually discover this within seconds. I was raised in the California suburbs of the late 70’s and early 80’s. Nowhere near a farm, or farm stuff. During 3rd grade we did have enough pets to probably be a small farm (dogs, cats, guinea pigs, chickens, goats, rabbits…). It was at this time I was in 4-H. Yes, I wore the green hat and clip on tie and raised rabbits. We had over 100 rabbits and at the time I could tell all the various breeds apart. Now? not so much. While in 4-H I helped show rabbits at various fairs around the greater Bay Area. We even had a few Grand Champions in our little nest (mostly French lops if I remember correctly). Today, I think I’ve been to the Indiana State Fair maybe twice… could be three times. I go and look at the rabbits, then wander around to see everything else. Sue’s even entered something in the State Fair, she won a blue ribbon for a lovely needlework piece (she’s crafty like that). Did I go this year? Nope.
As I pondered about MINIon #1852 I thought about having him hold a pitchfork with some hay on it… nope, too cliche. Then I thought about having him hold something fried on a stick… nope. I couldn’t get my fried Twinkie to not look like a fried Snickers. So I settled on a dutch rabbit, the kind most kids find in a basket Easter morning…