One last image for the night… Lynxston plays with his grandmother's necklace

He sent his mom home alone. He decided to stay with us for the night. So the plan has changed - instead of me driving Margie into town tomorrow so she can babysit Lynx. I am going to drive into Anchorage by myself. Lynxston will stay here to keep an eye on his grandma, and I will ride the train from Anchorage with the other four and will live-blog my grandsons four hours at the fair with my iPhone.

Then, somehow, before I leave home again I must take Margie to the fair, just her and me. It is a tradition with us. The fair is where we eat our most expensive meal of the year. When we walk about the fair eating unhealthy food, we know summer has reached its end. Except the cob of corn. We always get a cob of corn each. Corn is healthy.