I never took part in any sort of journalism internship. It was a question that came up during job interviews after college.
But I always had the trump card, the ice breaker of ice breakers; I had my carney internship to fall back on.
Most summers during my college years at Oklahoma State University, I went with my dad, Pat Silvy, to different festivals in Oklahoma and surrounding states.
We did airbrush tattoos. You know the towns where the “welcome to” signs include something like, “Home of the peach festival?”
We went to those towns.
The experience was great for bonding. It was good money, too. Plus, I learned the value of zip ties and ratchet straps.
But I also got familiar — maybe too familiar — with carnival food.
In an effort to relive those glory days, I convinced my bosses here at The Tribune to give me money to eat food at the Greeley Stampede every day this week.
Every. Day. This. Week.
Each day will have a theme, including a day of barbecue, a vegetarian option day and something I’m tentatively calling “Deep Fried Friday.” Pray for me.
I started with “The Classics” on Sunday.
When you’re looking for classic carnival or fair food, here’s a hint: Look for the brightest, most colorful food trailer in the whole place.
If it has anything other than its food offerings plastered all over it, walk away. If it’s brighter at night, you’ve found your carnival food guy.
I found my guy on the west side of the rodeo arena. It’s called C&E Concessions, but don’t bother looking for this food stop by name. I don’t think the name was anywhere. Instead, look for red, white and blue — and corn dogs.
This particular stand has been coming to The Stampede for nearly 30 years. Best believe they know how to corn dog.
I got the large, because it’s not my money. Also, I hadn’t eaten all day in preparation for this first feast.
Eyes being bigger than my stomach, as you do, I also ordered loaded cheese fries. I stopped by an old fashioned root beer place across the way to wash it down.
This isn’t a food critic column. I could never be one of those. My descriptions range from “good” to “bomb.”
Sunday was pretty bomb. For dessert, I treated myself to a classic funnel cake from a stand near the carnival rides. Classic. Also, “good.”
As I write this, I’m pondering a nap. I’m also wondering if I should have skipped food for a week before this.
But don’t cry for me, Greeley. This was my idea. Any sacrifice I make this week will be for you.
Tyler Silvy covers government and politics — and corndogs — for The Greeley Tribune. Reach him at [email protected]. Connect with him at Facebook.com/TylerSilvy or @TylerSilvy on Twitter.