My daughter and I recently went to a play called "State Fair" that was appearing at the Country Dinner Playhouse in Denver. It was a delightful musical about the 1946 Iowa State Fair.

It took me back many years to a time when I went to the Iowa State Fair. It wasn't in 1946, it was in 1948. I went with a boy that a friend introduced me to, a blind date and he turned out like most blind dates, not very exciting. All I remember about him was that he was blonde.

My friend and I double dated and although I love fairs my blind date put a damper on the fun. I don't remember much about the trip to Des Moines or about the fair.

But one thing I remember very well, I had my fortune told by a gypsy fortuneteller. Now I had dressed up like a gypsy for Halloween many times. I put on a full skirt and scarf and wore beads, but I had never been around a real gypsy. I was fascinated by this gypsy fortuneteller but I didn't really believe that she could tell my future.

The boy I was with asked me if I'd like to have my fortune told. I laughed and said sure. I was ushered into a very private tent where a gypsy woman sat behind a crystal ball. She proceeded to tell me I was going to be lucky. I would fall in love with a handsome, blond boy. I started laughing. I knew that tent must have had a peephole in it.

"I don't even like blondes," I laughed.

The gypsy got mad. "Well, the boy you're with is a blonde, isn't he?" She demanded.

"Well, yeah," I admitted. "But he's a blind date and I don't even like him." Then she angrily ushered me out of her tent.

I think that gypsy fortuneteller cheated me. She didn't even finish telling my fortune or give me my money back.