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The Minnesota State Fair, which runs through Labor Day, is a pretty big deal, culturally, in my adopted state. Sometime during the spring they announce the food and entertainment line-up. And then, once Memorial Day comes around, we all find ourselves measuring time against it as the Fair marks the official end of summer.
Back in the 1990’s, when I first moved to the Twin Cities with my now-wife Wendy, we visited the Fair a couple of times, once on our own, the other with friends, just to get a little taste. Prior to having kids, and once when they were much younger, in 2001 and 2009, I went with friends solely to see Cheap Trick and then Rush, perform and both were quite memorable concerts. But it’s only been the last five years or so that we’ve gone annually as a family.
I describe the Fair as an endeavor where the idea of going is better than the reality but that’s not entirely accurate. It’s more a matter of embracing tradition for tradition’s sake. For seeking the comfort in a routine; of holding on to a memory. So I wanted to take a moment and jot down some observations of Fair highlights, exactly as I remembered them, in order of how they happened.
- There’s always a bad detective show where the grizzled veteran says “I’m getting too old for this $&%@!” I felt that yesterday while joining our son Ethan on a midway ride.
- The french fries were greasier than I remembered them. It certainly didn’t stop me from inhaling them by the handful but I kept thinking “If these were on a plate of fries, and I wasn’t huddled with my family on a bench, trying systematically to only use one hand so I wouldn’t have two hands filled with salt and grease, would I have enjoyed them as much?”
- Everything about a Pronto Pub is nauseating but I have to eat one. And it has to be a Papa Pup – “Go big or go home,” as I say.
- I tested the “Go big or go home” way of thinking with Sweet Martha’s Chocolate Chip Cookies and didn’t follow through. Ethan and I were on line for them and debated getting a plastic bucket, the largest size. The two of us settled for the cone size but vowed to tackle a bucket together next year. I mean, really? If you’re going to eat about 20 cookies at once what difference does it make if you eat in the neighborhood of 30 or 40, maybe even more?
- The reusable metal drinking straw from Minnesota Public Radio might just be the most on-brand SWAG I’ve ever seen.
- Each year our daughter and I go on the River Raft Ride together, where the main draw is getting soaking wet. They always pair Sasha and me with another group, usually a family. And this year I was keenly aware that I was the Dad with the older kid, seeking just as much enjoyment from watching the other family’s apparent joy.
So now I’m good for another year. I’m going to savior this weekend, then Tuesday, when the kids go back to school, then that handful of truly perfect fall days. And then, of course, the snow will start falling.