I was 12 years old in 1969, and the Dunn County Fair in my small Wisconsin home town was the same week as the Apollo 11 moon shot. When you're 12, and Joie Chitwood is bringing his thrill show to town, it's a no brainer which event you will see. The night of July 20th is etched in my brain: seeing those Camaros and Corvettes flying around and getting shot out of cannons. Fire. smoke. Cars on two wheels...what could possible be better than that? I've seen the first moon landing a hundred times since then, but nothing can compare to the memories of that hot summer night at the fair.