County fair, county fair
I was walking in the door last night and heard this chirping off in the side bushes. The cicadas had quieted down for the night — a sleep that always surprises me; how can the cicadas sleep better than I do? — but the noisemaker didn't sound to be a cricket either. They seemed to have quieted down too, which didn't do much to explain why they were in my basement every early morning this spring. But the almost quiet was okay. I got to thinking about the County Fair song and which was the stranger choice, using crickets as background music or singing about winning big stuffed bears?
