Sixty years ago attending the Big Stone County Fair was an exciting event for me. Being a 4-H kid meant I would spend Thursday entering my exhibits in the 4-H building. Hopefully the paint was dry on the bird house I entered for my conservation project. The safety poster had probably been painstakingly completed the night before. No, I wasn’t a procrastinator. I was a perfectionist and slow besides! 🙂 Thursday night was long and sleep was difficult as one anticipated the…..