‘Twas the night before the Indiana State Fair and all through the grounds, the only thing you could hear was Lynard Skynard’s rockin’ sound. Antique tractors lined up by Pioneer Village with care, in hopes that fairgoers would soon be there.
4-H’er’s were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of purple banners danced in their heads. And pigs in their pens and cattle at the tie-outs had just settled down for a cool summer night out.
When out on the midway there arose such a clatter, I came out of the Glass Barn to see what was the matter. Away to the golf cart I ran in a dash, grabbed my camera and quickly turned on the flash.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear, but the midway arch sign lit up all bright and clear! Everyone was in awe of the bright shiny lights, but what they loved most was the new coliseum at night.