I talked all about the State Fair in this blog a year ago, so I won’t repeat my ode to corn dogs, but I encourage you to visit at least once.  I think the boys and Mrs. Denn are coming during the weekend, so the keepers of the baby chickens and the Whac-A-Mole vendors should be on yellow alert.

One tradition of booths at the State Fair is to have a guessing contest.  This year, I want to join the tradition.  I noticed that my opponent’s family just held a high-priced fundraiser for Republican Gubernatorial candidate Bill Lee at one of their estates, which is named “Granogue.”  I thought to myself, “why doesn’t my house have a name?”  So this year at the State Fair, I am challenging people to come up with a name for my house in Newark.  A few rules:
1. Proper names, such as Fred, are not permitted.
2. If you are going to give it a fancy French name, please provide me with a translation.
3. Taunting names such as “Money Pit” and “Time to Mulch” are not appreciated.
4. You cannot actually come to my house to be inspired to come up with the name.