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“4H member Cole Roberts, please report to the Fair board office with an adult advisor. Cole Roberts, please report to the Fair Board office,” the PA announcement echoed over the fairgrounds as dad and I pulled up alongside my camper. “What are they wanting with Cole?” “I don’t know, Dad.” Dana was sitting in a chair several feet from us. She’d been reading through a fair program when we pulled up. She smiled at me, but I was too curious wanting to know why they wanted Cole to respond with anything more than a question, “Babe, have you seen Cole? Where is he?” “He’s in the camper; why?” “Didn’t you hear that announcement just now? They want him at the Fair Board office.” “They said Cole Roberts.” “Right, Cole and Beth both carry their father’s last name. Kris and JD were married when