More than 200,000 people are expected to pack West Franklin during the week long festival. Family day will kick off the start of the festival with kiddie rides opening at one Sunday.

Organizers getting the festival ready say it’s a tradition they would not want to miss.

2017 Publicity Chairman, Jeremy Melton says, “Personally to me it’s neat that I get to continue on in a legacy. The members that were before me, all the hard work they’ve done in the 95 years proceeding the 96TH Fall Festival and I’m teaching that to my children as well.”

For a full list of events happening this week at Fall Festival visit their website, http://www.nutclubfallfestival.com.

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Tyrades! by Danny Tyree

According to Agence France-Presse (AFP) news service, researchers have found what they call a “broad-based cultural shift” in teen behavior.

Writing in the journal “Child Development,” the authors reveal that today’s American teens are about THREE YEARS behind their counterparts from the 1970s when it comes to the average age for achieving certain rites of passage and trying “grown up” responsibilities and pleasures such as dating, sex, drinking, employment and driving.

Although today’s teens are more contented to “hang out” and group date, depend on their parents indefinitely (for shelter, transportation and allowances) and delay starting their own families, my contemporaries in the 70s seemed to be in high gear to secure an afterschool job (“Sorry about the meat cleaver, Mr. Schmidt – it always looked so cool when Daniel Boone threw that hatchet on TV when I was younger”), buy a $600 rattletrap car, obtain Marlboros and bootleg alcohol, get married right out of school and produce 2.5 children (who needed just enough fingers for a 15-minute guitar solo).

This is probably largely because we were the offspring of the Greatest Generation. If we RESPECTED our parents, we aspired to emulate (and surpass) their achievements. (“Mom! Dad! I’m going to work at the same company for 40 years, pay ridiculously low insurance premiums and hope that my eyesight goes before I start to notice to my life-long mate’s constantly increasing collection of wrinkles.”)

If we DIDN’T respect our parents, we were anxious to rebel and declare our independence. (“Ha! You said I’d break my neck imitating Evel Knievel. But, actually, I broke it because streaking doesn’t mix well with marijuana, long hair and platform shoes. Guess I showed you, you reactionary old bigot!”)

Despite what “soccer moms” may think, the researchers claim there has been no great increase in homework and extracurricular activities over the years that would account for the slowdown of teen social development.

Instead, the researchers do allow that the amount of time teens spend with their faces glued to smartphones, tablets and computers could be a leading factor in the shift. They also decided that earthquakes could be one factor in all those squiggly little lines on the seismograph paper.

I’m sure the social media moguls are happy to have a captive audience, but I’m surprised that the producers of other goods and services aren’t more worried about lost revenue from teens dragging their feet about joining the adult market.

(“Those high school goal posts aren’t going to tear THEMSELVES down; a rope and a Nissan Titan with extended warranty will create countless warm memories. And, sure, internet trolling is fun – but isn’t it every girl’s dream to do your internet trolling while you and your groom – Sean in first period Trig will suffice! -are on an extravagant Cancun honeymoon?”)

I’m not advocating an aimless slacker lifestyle, but I think it’s sort of sweet that the developmental trajectory of adolescence has slowed and teens are growing up more slowly.

I just hope that teens don’t keep getting further and further behind schedule. Then we might overhear things like “I know I said we could always adopt, but I sort of chased the darned lady from the adoption agency off our lawn.”

Or even “I’d love to pin that prom corsage on you, but that undertaker whippersnapper insists it would go better with my casket.”