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In the 1950’s, the Fairfield County Fair was as exciting as Christmas or the Last Day of School for me and my three brothers. It had everything a kid could want. Fun was in, and school was out. The trees glowed maroon and gold, and Mount Pleasant whispered our names....

I’m a do-it-yourselfer—though admittedly not always with professional results. Early on, my primarily motivation was money: I had none. In my twenties, with the help of some friends, I wrangled together a 32’ Ford hotrod using sheer determination, busted knuckles and...

The old John Deere sat poised at the top of the hill behind our home like a faithful hunting dog. It spent most days staring longingly toward the house, hoping against hope that the back porch screen would creak open and out pop one of its humans, striding forth with...