The aroma of the Fairgrounds has a sweet smell of hickory and smoke. As you walk down the midway, waves of smoke drift in front and behind as you move towards brisket haven. Waiting in line builds the anticipation of sticky fingers and the taste of BBQ on your palet. As you get closer, the choices come into view and the choices are overwhelming. Alligator, swamp burger, fried pickles, ribs, chicken, slaw, beef are all available. You had better have changed out some of you dollars to Ziggy Dollars because they don't take cash. They do this so that the Rotary club can track how much cash is coming in. When the vendors cash out, they are given 80 cents on the dollar. The club keeps 20% for their efforts. Some people have eaten so much BBQ, I think they have turned into pigs.
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