They shut down the streets for the fair. It didn't really matter as few cars drove through anyway.
Robin and I used to re-enact that scene from The Notebook where Noah and that girl lay on the ground and watch the traffic-light change colors. Sometimes we would hold hands and then have a laugh about how stupid it was later.
We lived in a tiny little town that neither of us cared much for. Our houses nearly touched and we used to talk through our bedroom windows at night. We made plans to move to California where we might see something besides miles of dead corn.
Once, Robin kissed me goodnight. We didn't talk about it the next day and I assumed that Robin forgot about it.
Robin married a high school "sweetheart" and now that they have children, has no plans of moving to California.
And neither do I.