Every year on the last weekend of September the small town I live in celebrates James Dean Days. From Friday until Sunday carnies take over the town and the streets are filled with trinkets and fried food. The parking lot to our grocery store becomes an amusement park and the small park by the school becomes a show ground for antique cars.
For the first two years of our marriage, we managed to avoid James Dean Weekend. My husband always claimed that it was too inconvenient, loud, and expensive to bother with. The first year of our marriage we lived in a different town so it was easy enough to avoid. Last year we went to Chicago for the weekend and stayed with friends. But this year it seemed impossible to avoid, so we decided to make the best of things. I set up a garage sale on Saturday and once things wound down, we spent the evening with friends walking the fairway and sampling food that I’m sure my body will be angry with me for. I can see why my husband might say he doesn’t like this little festival. After too many years it could be frustrating to have to find a new place to park or almost no way in or out of town, but I thought this weekend was fun. Walking down Main Street felt like I was in a different place. Our small town isn’t often overrun with people, so it was almost nice to see people everywhere. Businesses were busy, food stands we everywhere, and the parking lot of one of our two gas stations had a Ferris wheel in it. How fun is that? What did you do with your weekend?