For the 152nd time since 1859, a deluge of Minnesotans dressed in brotanks and fanny packs has flooded St. Paul for the latest installment of the Great Minnesota Get Together. Even as you read this sentence, from Albert Lea to Roseau, and all points in between, citizens of the 32nd state in the Union are making the pilgrimage to our capital city for the chance to see beauty queens carved from huge butter blocks while double-fisting a couple of pronto pups and washing them down with an entire bucket full of cookies.
Some Minnesotans might be surprised to hear that we’re at the brink of a major political storm. A slow stream of articles have touched on some of the races sprouting from the August primaries, but a full-scale clash (annoying TV ads, smear campaigns, debates, etc.) between the parties is still on hold. The building pressure will likely result in short but sharply negative contests.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate it. I’ve been a few times before and I manage to find some enjoyment. I like the rides and I love Sweet Martha’s cookies (the best part of my trip is buying a bucket). But other than that, I guess I just don’t get it. I don’t understand why it’s a statewide attraction, why everyone seems to count down the days until it’s here and why people go two or five or all twelve days.