It's Friday. Let's gentle up to the weekend with some easy items:
The short pants season goes by fast in Minneapolis. Yesterday marked the Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year. Each day hereafter, as you know, gets shorter. That's why up here snowmobiles went on sale today.
Minneapolitans are plucky. Weather extremes dictate thus. Not me. I head to Texas for the winter. I don't want to get plucked. Ever again.
In one week, the local weatherman (he goes both ways -- TV and newspaper) quoted Thoreau, Vonnegut and Whitman in his forecasts. The Texas weathermen quote Manichevitz. In urban markets.
The Minnesota State Fair is billed as the Great Minnesota Get Together and fair-goers (including the Mystery Woman and me) are treated to an incredible variety of things to eat on a stick. It's a challenge to come up with different taste treats each year. This year, the new thing will be Sloppy Joe on a stick. I have no mental image to fit that. But I want one.
Texas has the largest state fair in the nation. Minnesota has the second. Fair grounds are cleaner up here. But maybe not after the Sloppy Joe caper.
Austinites from the Swedish Hill neighborhood in Texas would feel right at home in Minneapolis this weekend. It's Svenskaranas Dag! That's Swedish Day to you uneducated lugs.
I hear they serve walleye on a stick.