Time to bid adieu to the Minnesota State Fair, at least for another year. It is a place of whimsy. And sometimes even of romance.
We were visiting with one of our grown sons and his young lady. I encouraged them to go on the Sky Ride, a gentle interlude bobbing above the heads of the grazing herd.
I guess they declined the advice, spending most of their time in the animal barns with the bunnies and new born piglets. But as a final bit of wisdom from the Fair, the following sign at the entrance to the Sky Ride seems appropriate:
Ah but Minnesotans, even us Ex-Pats, would never spit off the Sky Glider. So my Return Privileges remain intact for another year.
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