For some of us our favorite part of the fair is the carnival rides. 

They move into Spokane for two weeks in September and 

attract thousands with excitement and flashing lights.

But an over bearing sense of cation or a weak stomac limits 

some of us to riding the mildest of rides the ferris wheal.

So we watch on at a distance with twang of jealously.

We are forced to live vicarously through our eyes.

But even a little bit of living is still being a live.