I haven’t made a habit of attending the barn meeting the past couple of years. The Junior Fair Board usually uses that time to lay out the ground rules and guidelines for the 4H and FFA members showing livestock. Beth and Cole weren’t ready to do everything by themselves, but they were both old enough to understand everything that was usually said there, by their peers, on their own.
Sandra Pennington walked up to me as I entered the coliseum. I’d known her since high school. She was the Extension Office Manager who advised the teenagers that comprised the Junior Fair Board. If she couldn’t make Nevil Sr. understand what was what, she’d be the one to get the elected adult Fair Board involved. One or two of their members were usually close at hand.
“Hey Mel, what brings you by today looki
