Dear Friends and Family,
I hereby tender my resignation as a responsible, well-rounded adult, at least for the next 12 days. If you need me between now and Labor Day, you can find me at the Minnesota State Fair, indulging in kitschy americana. Be forewarned that during this time, I may spontaneously volunteer fair-related tidbits instead of sticking to the conversation at hand. And while I won’t be engaged in any elephant vs donkey debates, I will enthusiastically discuss the merits of corn dog vs. pronto pup, commiserate on the loss of the good ol’ days when porky’s pork chop on a stick was worthy of a special trip all on its own (unless proven otherwise, the current crop of chops on sticks are a pale imitation), or guide you to the best caramel apple in a bowl (on-a-stick versions need not apply). I can tell you when to go if you’re interested in seeing the briefly appearing 4-H rabbits, where to go if you’ve never seen real live lumberjacks compete, or how to go if you don’t want to pay for parking. Also, I can wax poetic on why the giant slide is not only cool, but the holy grail of entrepreneurial ideas.
￼And yes, I already went this morning. My hour long morning walk may have been adjusted to take me inside the confines of the fairgrounds for breakfast. (mmmm, malted belgian waffle and an orange dream soda shake).
yours til cheese curds,