At the start of August my parents came to visit Liz and I in St Paul, so we got to show off the delights of the city to our first
guests. They efficiently worked their way through the detailed itinery we had put together and now have seen far more of the city's museums and attractions than we have. Staples of Americana we served up included: Baseball (Bratwurst and Summit beer were hits, the local team's batting mostly misses), Bowling (Dad won easily ) and Bald Eagles. We also visited Liz's parents for several days and spent several more days on the shores of Lake Superior. Which upon contact Dad pronounced 'Boiling!' scotching malicious rumours that it is in-fact hypothermia inducing.
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queaky, one of the fair's biggest attractions, may indeed have indulged a little too heavily in the food on a stick.... 
I didn't buy the sob story about it being 'in the genes' or 'selective breeding'. I know a case of 'deep fried snickers on a stick' when I see one.
Th
e other big event in St Paul this week is the Republican National Convention, so Liz and I went down to check out the demonstrations. The demontrators were a diverse lot, from peacenic young families, to anarchists dressed in black with scarfs around there faces.
Some speeches called for love not war, others for militant revolution, all playing to the same crowd, just to prove distaste for the current regime tops ideology any day. I'll let the pictures do the talking: