It's the end of yet another Great Minnesota Get Together and while I don't suffer from the "end of summer" blues that parents do this time of year, it is always a little sad when it's all over. The only time of year when most people can watch a fine pig being judged in the ring surrounded by a rapt audience is over. There will be no more art made from local seeds on display, no more shark teeth jewelry to buy, no more Ginsu knife demonstrations and no more creepy pro-life booth housed right next to the dating service booth at the State Fair Grandstand. No more deep fried cream cheese pickles and cherry shaved ice. No more deep fried turkey sandwiches and Australian battered potatoes. It's all just a fond memory now. Sigh.
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