You might be reading this at the fair, relaxing on a bench under the great green canopy by the grandstand. Lucky you!
What kind of Fair Day is it? One of the steamy August days that seems like summer will never wane, perhaps. Or the chill, drizzly day that reminds you how overeager fall can get. An ordinary day, maybe, with a warm breeze carrying hints of barn and French fries.
Those are the best. Summer seems like the easy, natural state of the world, and it's hard to imagine it won't always be so. We know better, but if you're going to fool yourself about what's coming, there's no better place to pretend.
You might be wondering what to do, but probably not. Few people go to the fair just to see what's new. A skeptic who's avoided the Get-Together for 47 years doesn't suddenly decide to visit because the Miracle of Birth Center features wombats for the first time.
People go to do the old familiar things: They head to the caw-caw cacophony of the Poultry Barn to hear the roosters warble, then wander next door to catch some urgent sheep-bleating. They stop by the Cafe Caribe to listen to a band, huff and puff up the DNR fire tower to look out over the vast and joyous land below, or ride the Skyride in blissful peace. Or, more likely, they go to eat that one thing they just love and can't get anywhere else.
But that one thing was probably new, once.
The Minnesota State Fair is in a constant state of evolution, with a few anchors holding it down from decade to decade. There will always be the grandstand. (Which was new in 1909). There will always be the Skyride (new in 1964) and the Space Tower (1965) and the Pronto Pup, which — believe it or not — was not present when the fair first opened its gates. The State Fair existed from 1859 to 1947 without Pronto Pups. Who knows what long-lost traditions they had over those 88 years?
We'd like to think that these things will always be with us, but it's not so. The amusement rides used to be where Machinery Hill once stood. And now the antique tractors are all grouped in a noisy row called the Old Iron Show.