The Biomedical Fair

My grandparents lived in the town that hosted the Missouri State Fair. Every summer ended with hot days and nights inspecting farm equipment, large animals, and carnival rides. On the midway, darkness and sparkle tried to hide the general seediness, while carnies called out about thrills, prizes, and two-headed goats. In the Commercial hall, new product demonstrations enticed buyers long before the infomercial brought the form to television. I recall lugging our first T-fal(R) pans to the car on one such trip.
Today I stroll through an air conditioned hall, but memories interrupt my course. Big shiny booths, some with amplified pitch-men, vie for my attention. Even T-fal(R) has an exhibit where they cook in their new frier. All we need is a two-headed goat and a pile of bovine excrement. Wait- I think we may have the latter!