I went back over to the dairy steer barn but I entered it from the end closer to the Harper stalls so I’d have to walk by their area. Two fair board members in their distinctive red polo shirts were there conversing with Mama Harper and the youngest Harper daughter, Nora, who hadn’t gone to the barn meeting. The 4H Advisor stood off to the side of the little gathering. He must have gone right to the Fair Board.
As I drew closer, I overheard one of the fair board members asking what was in the refrigerator. Elisabeth Harper replied, “Drinks. We stay here all week and we have several animals to tend to. My children have to hydrate too.”
“If it’s just drinks, why’s it locked?” the second man asked as he traced the cord from the unit over to a power strip that had apparently been the senior
