Every September, the Fair rolls into town.

And every September, I become what I like to call a “Fair widower.”

My wife, Beth, is a Kiwanian, which means when the gates open at the Coweta County Fairgrounds, she’s practically in residence there.

For 10 days, she and her fellow Kiwanians keep the place staffed, organized and humming along.

She comes home late, usually with great stories, most of which involve catching up with friends from the sheriff’s office, animal control or whoever else is willing to share a good lede or anecdote, off the record, of course.

I’m a Rotarian, so our projects lean more toward one-day affairs like the Fourth of July fireworks at Drake Stadium or the Tour of Coweta bike ride.

Those are great events, but they’re brief. The Fair is a marathon.

And let’s b

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