My most memorable meal was a ham and cheese sandwich, washed down with chocolate milk, at the Ohio State Fair sometime in the 1950s.
The sandwich, which I can still taste, was on rye bread.
I know why the memories came. I woke to rain clouds on the day before the the New Mexico State Fair and thought of “state fair weather.” Then came the sandwich and the butter cow. I’m not sure why they linger.
Thanks, Dad, for taking us.
As for the weather, I’ll have to ask Journal science writer John Fleck.