99 red balloons-- ok one pink balloon

I walked downtown this morning to marketfest, a newish festival intended to bring people downtown though the activities sort of offset whatever benefit the downtown merchants hoped to receive. The wind is at about 30 mph today and steady so the outdoor activities were difficult and sometimes littering was out of your hands. I walked back home after meeting up with family and eating bierocks (they weren't nearly as good as the one's I had a whimmydiddle in Scott City last weekend, but oh well. I think I may have eaten bierocks 3 weekends in a row because the weekend before that was Oktoberfest. 1st goes to Scott City's NW KS cook 2nd to the Knights of Columbus and 3rd to the GC Mennonites). I took a pink balloon and walked back home. I had been wondering about the joy the helium-filled balloons seemed to give to the kids. By the time I got home I had remembered a little bit about what is so fun about them. It's like a little companion that stays with you as long as you hold on tight and that wants to run away to play at the same time. Pinky danced in the wind the whole walk home and gave me cheery tug after the mean dog barked at me. Hope everyone is enjoying fall, I am.