The plan for the Minnesota Sesquicentennial -- the recognition of the 150th anniversary of our state -- calls for the main public celebration to be held a week after the actual date, May 11, that Minnesota was admitted to the Union back in 1858.
That's not enough. We need to hold things off more than a week. A year would be much better. Or maybe we should just call the whole thing off.
We don't seem to be grown up enough to plan a party for something as important as our state. The lame-o celebration now shaping up for the 150th -- officially just 128 days away -- is too embarrassing to believe. This is not a Sesquicentennial (the prefix "sesqui" means "one and a half") because there is nothing half-way about this:
This is a full-blown bore. And it's being ruined by a fish.
The state's May 11 birthday conflicts with the opening weekend of walleye fishing. It is also Mother's Day, and although there are proposals to prevent you mothers from spoiling future fishing openers, 2008 puts the moms up against the minnows. Moms don't have a chance: minnows always get more action in May.
I warned you eight months ago that our state's politicians had appropriated next to nothing to celebrate a century and a half of our state's story -- about 15 cents per resident, compared with $3 a head (in today's money) spent on the 1958 observance of Minnesota's Centennial.
My hope was to shame Gov. Tim Pawlenty and other state leaders into keeping up with the Cheddarheads, who pulled off a big celebration of the Badger State's Sesquicentennial 10 years ago.
But if there is one thing we learned last year, it is that our leaders cannot be embarrassed. They can even turn a bridge tragedy into a grandstanding photo opportunity.