The fireman's carnival. A summer tradition. Being hot is part of the tradition, too, and this year we did it in spades: it was 104 degrees at 7 pm when we arrived. By the time we left at 9:30pm, it was down to a balmy 94. The great thing was the carnival wasn't crowded! The kids, wearing their "ride all you want" wristbands, had a blast running from the exit of rides and funhouses and slides, to the entrance, over and over. Until we had most certainly gotten our money's worth. It is always a fun evening, and there is something entrancing and just inherently happy about walking around under the millions of neon lights, relaxing and enjoying the carnival together.