This blog covers everything except sports and gardening, unless we find a really good link about using dead professional bowlers for mulch. The author is a StarTribune columnist, has been passing off fiction and hyperbole as insight since 1997, has run his own website since the Jurassic era of AOL, and was online when today’s college sophomores were a year away from being born. So get off his lawn.
So it’s not going to be a record-breaking day, heat-wise. This means the Fair will not be the hellish sweat-hole it was yesterday - even when the sun started to head down, everyone was glistening. And not in a good way. It’s great to be among your fellow Minnesotans, but not when they’re so . . . moist.
This seems new. Didn’t see it before. Not sure I want to see it again.
He seems to be aware of the uncomfortable reaction some might have. Hey! I know I’m a big insect with a human face. We can still be friends, right?
Here’s a challenge: can you name this intersection?
For long-time Fairgoers, it’ll be a cinch: the lettering gives it away. Until a few years ago, the building next door had the same lettering, advertising something else. Hint: that next-door attraction hasn’t changed; just the sign’s different.