This is definitely going to be the best week of this year.
It was, Ricky; it most certainly was. Overall, I had an awesome time at the carnival. I was able to ride impressive rides and hang out with friends and acquaintances I’d normally never see. For these reasons, I’m going to miss it. I wish that every day could be the Dover Carnival. But, while writing this point, I gave it some intense thought.
Perhaps the Dover Carnival isn’t a time or place. Maybe it’s a state of mind: one where we try to let go of our problems and fly in the air singing about pirates; one where we wander around aimlessly until finding the warm feeling of friendship; one where we spend too much money on food to compensate for having too much fun; one where Dover isn’t a place we complain about for being too small, or too far away from civilization, but instead a place that we all love. Join me, let’s let each and every day be the Dover Carnival.
Yes, and Amen.
I’ll step off of my soapbox, now.