The setting is the Iowa State Fair. Brightly colored stands line the streets and the smell of cartelized onions, Italian sausage, and cow manure fills the air. Excitement begins to bubble up as we pull into the field to park. Yes, my wife’s entire family and I (seven of us) are going to the Iowa State Fair. It’s an impulsive decision, but when in Iowa… right? So we file out of the car, garner our tickets, and head into the sprawl.
The fair is everything you’d hope it would be — greasy food, farm animals, tractors, people bumping into you, cabin-fever crafts, and carnival types everywhere. Want to see the worlds smallest horse? It’s here. The world’s largest Adirondack chair with people falling into it? Yep, it’s a sight to see!
We were just minding our business, walking along the Sky Glider, when there is a din of media piling into this pavilion. Guess who’s having a beer… Jeb Bush. So we wander over. Since this isn’t my first rodeo (or State Fair) I go into photographer mode and begin documenting the whole shindig.
Jeb’s talking with constituents and enjoying a brew at 10:30a. All in a days work. I’m snapping away, and manage to get a few words with Jeb on the coattails of my father-in-law. He seems like an okay guy.
And if you’re wondering, Jeb’s mom is doing a lot better. Turns out she was sick for a stint.
So there you have it. I guess I really didn’t almost have a beer with him, but we hung out… for like a second.
All in a days work!