From afar it looks like a boy with a bad “butch” haircut due to the shrubs that grow on top. However, standing at its base, it is purely monumental. For Spielberg cinema lovers, it is iconic, yet there is no paraphernalia or mention of  Spielberg’s “Strange Encounters of the Third Kind” shot here.  We probably weren’t the only ones humming that 5 note melody and secretly wishing the nice aliens would invite us on board. Steven and I agreed that if either one of us ever got such an invitation, there is no “Good-bye, Sweet Thang”, only…..”Gone!” Hoping the aliens can find us in a nearby Buffalo, WY brewery (where the town is on its third record-breaking day for high temperatures on this date), Steven samples the best beer ever:  “Fire Hole Chile Porter:  A Robust Porter with chocolate and coffee flavors accented by a subtle spicy finish from Japanese Red Chili Peppers”. Doesn’t that sound like a fabulous recipe for a dark chocolate fudge cake! Pick your poison. What do you think these real cowboys we ran into on a cattle drive would choose after a day on the long trail,”herdin’ doggies”?

Something about this small western town makes me keep belting out the cowboy ballads that I grew up singing. I know these must be on your hit list too: “Buffalo Gals Won’t You Come Out Tonight to Dance by the Light of the Moon”, “Hang Down Your Head Tom Doolie”, “The Red River Valley”, and “Home on the Range”. Isn’t Steven a lucky guy? Unfortunately , the Cowboy Hit Parade kept right on rolling onto the Yellowstone hiking trails as I belted out songs to warn the grizzly and black bears (the breeds in Yellowstone that actually eat people) of our presence…like that is a good thing? Perhaps, they hate Cowboy Music…or flee my singing voice, quickly leading their cubs to safety. All good. We loved this folk art image of buffalo gals dancing by the light of the moon…and now we are fleeing to higher elevations to get cool.

WOW!  The corn and soybean fields and farming communities are gone, as is the humidity and flatness of the Midwest. We are in the West, Baby!  Proof? “Mountain Time Zone”, and cracked, dry lips! This corner of South Dakota is filled with ponderosa pine, bison, prong-antlered antelope, elk, prairie dogs, and lovely Sylvan Lake, below.

The land surrounding Custer State Park is pastureland, small ranches with appaloosa, paint horses, and range cattle grazing, including some Texas Longhorns; ornery and ornamental, no respectable rancher chooses this breed when there is ample green pastureland. I grew up spending weekends and holidays on my grandmother’s cattle ranch in Beaumont, CA so it feels so welcoming to be back with horses, cattle, and ranchers. It has been unusually wet here this summer, providing sufficient range feed; the ranchers have not had to begin”haying” the cattle as they usually do in July. Of course, the cowboy theme is starting to surround us, as bars welcome “Cobs and Hogs”…horse and Harley Davidson riders. Thanks to the Harley riders, we got our broken vehicle diagnosed and a referral to their local mechanic. This guy was a F#&%ing  people person, despite his protestations to the contrary.

There are also real mountains, like Mt. Rushmore…

 …and tortuous roads cross this state park with apt names like the eponymous “Needle Highway”, “Wildlife Loop”, and “Tunnel Road”. The tunnels are only 12 feet high and 8 feet wide so we breeze through in our tiny RV. We were surrounded by bison at one point, driving Lety insane with joy, and allowing us to shoot photos 2 feet away from these gnarly creatures.

In Rapid City, we got a kick out of the “Presidents”, sculptures of the U.S. Presidents in casual poses, especially Harry Truman laughing as he displays the newspaper that erroneously reported his demise to Dewey in the election.

With abnormally high temperatures for the last two weeks, the locals and our friend Leah directed us to “The Plunge”, where 5,000 gallons of water an hour gush up through the rocky floor. Recently, the City of Hot Springs bought this business to keep it open, so it lacks renovations and likely always will. It will likely continue to resembles this old-time photo. The water replaces itself 16 times a day so there is no chlorine smell. If my eyes were closed and I tuned out the sound of kids enjoying the water slides, water volleyball and basketball, I could imagine I was in one of Florida’s Warm Springs, basking in 87 degree water…minus the alligators and manatees, of course.

From a Stanford University lecture in 2000, “Corn: Species Hybridization”, I learned that corn surpasses all others for diversity within the species, except for…..dogs! Both travelled far north and south along the mountainous spine of North and South America, with such a variety of conditions like the number of  daylight hours, that both had to diversify to survive.

Traveling across the upper Midwestern states, we have been mostly surrounded by fields of corn and soybeans, and heard the corn adages: “Knee high by the 4th of July” (predicts a good harvest later), and “High As An Elephant’s Eye” (time to harvest). Almost all corn, world-wide, are grown from genetically modified seed, designed to work with chemicals to reduce pest damage. To ensure that farmers keep paying for the chemicals every year, the GMO seeds do not activate the pest resistant qualities without chemical application. Pretty savvy, pretty corporate…and it works that way world-wide. Canada bars the use of GMO seeds for some of their crops, like the tasty Prince Edward Island potatoes we so love. As global warming heats up the Midwest by only 2 degrees, impairing corn production dramatically, production is destined to move north into wetter central Canada. It will be interesting  see what happens to GMO corn production when Canada calls the shots.

With the USA producing 40% of the world’s corn, it is our biggest crop, and our biggest lobby (called “King Corn” in Washington), so where does it go? 40% is government mandated for production of ethanol fuel under the “renewable” fuel act until 2022, 58% of the remaining corn produced is used as animal feed, and the rest for human consumption. Unfortunately, cattle are grass eating ruminators with 4 stomachs, and get lesions on their livers trying to process corn and soybean as feed. Then those lesions have to be treated with antibiotics to keep the cattle alive until butchering. The antibiotics (and cattle growth hormones) are in our milk and beef, and we wonder why young American women begin puberty years earlier than the norm, and we also are creating antibiotic resistant bacteria.

Michael Pollen, for his book, “Ominvore’s Dilemna”, follows a calf he purchased, as it passes through the commercial beef process, except for the slaughterhouse where he was denied access to his adult steer. He found that the steer had a very high DNA “corn footprint”, and proceeded to research American consumers’ DNA corn footprint. It was higher than Mexicans, whose diet is based predominantly on beans and corn tortillas. This was confirmed at the corn exhibit at Mitchell’s Corn Palace in South Dakota by the following quote:

Who knew! 25 corn plants a day to act like a good American. It is not just fuel, and animal feed for beef, pork, chicken/eggs and commercially raised fish that provide us with corn DNA.  58% of non-nutritive sweeteners (eg. not Splenda/Stevia) come from corn products. Many products are sweetened with corn syrup as it is cheap, and it is often added to enhance flavor, to compensate for diminished fat content, to obtain the “low-fat” moniker. Stanford University, along with  Purdue University are leading world-wide corn researchers, especially as it relates to global climate change. Corn has already proved itself extremely fragile with even 2 degrees of warming. Many are suggesting that we act NOW to slow global warming by doing the following: 1) stop the corn subsidy; and 2) convert decreasing production corn fields to prairie grasslands for cattle grazing.

Furthermore, because corn-based ethanol delivers little, if any, ecological advantage over petroleum-based gasoline, if 24.7 acres (more than a quarter of land currently devoted to corn) were converted to pastureland, it would reduce by 36%, the carbon emissions from agricultural land use, more than offsetting the effects of cow-related greenhouse gas emissions like methane. What is not to like about replacing chemical intensive agriculture, with a carbon sink, that produces high quality beef, and solid farm income for farmers as a bonus? …Not that “King Corn” (with formidable power in political circles) will ever allow Congress to pass a farm bill that doesn’t create more profits for Monsanto, Syngenta (seed and chemical suppliers), Cargill, and Archer Daniel Midland, and Tyson (who convert corn into meat, ethanol, sweeteners and a wide range of food ingredients.

Soybean production world wide is also predominantly based on genetically modified seeds and chemical treatment. 85% of world soybeans are used for animal feed and edible oil, with increasing use as biofuel. Brazil has surpassed the US in soybean production due to the huge amount of water and arable land available for production. China is the 4th largest producer, applying soybeans mostly for animal feed as Chinese meat and other animal protein consumption has increased rapidly with the increased personal wealth of its citizenry. So, your question of the day…”Who is going to be harder to convince to replant decreasingly productive corn fields with pastureland, thereby making a significant contribution to slow global warming and improve food quality…the USA? or China? I wouldn’t lay odds on this one.

To become the “Flour Milling Capital of the World”, you needed three things: grain, water/hydropower, and a way to ship the flour. Minneapolis sits aside the highest drop the Mighty Mississippi takes as it rolls to the Gulf.  St. Anthony Falls provided the power to drive the mills, and the Midwest is filled with fields of grain. Nearby is the Port of Duluth/Superior, the largest inland seaport in the world. It provides 49 miles of docking lines for lake-going freighters, and enormous train yards for delivering the goods. We saw the longest trains yet on this trip, mostly filled with grain-carrying cars. Minneapolis’ growth was staggering as the baking giants like Pillsbury lined up their factories on both sides of the river. It is a sprawling metropolis today, with many delightful neighborhoods near Downtown.

We enjoyed dinner and a walk with old friends along the Waterfront and part of Dinkytown (near the University of Minnesota) even on a very hot, humid evening. Karen and Mark has just returned from their cool summer retreat on Orcus Island in Washington’s Puget Sound. I hadn’t seen them since a visit there many years ago when I camped out on their vacant land, before they built an 800 sq. ft., g house overlooking the Sound. It was great to catch up and find our old friends happy, celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary, working as tenured professors, and still pursuing adventure, often in their kayaks, and on bikes, all over the world, including several trips on the Boundary Waters Canoe Area, a wilderness filled with small lakes close enough to portage canoes from lake to lake. They inspire.

However, we missed other unique Minnesotan thrills like dancing to the “World’s Most Dangerous Polka Band”, shopping the 520 shops at Mall of America (the world’s largest retail and entertainment center), and canoeing Lake Calhoun the biggest of the Chain of Lakes right in Minneapolis. What?  “The Land of 10,000 Lakes”, and we didn’t even go swimming on such a hot day? Poor priorities.

Instead we headed out to the Western border with South Dakota where we witnessed an outstanding electrical storm. Sitting outside in lawn chairs watching the lightening display from the Cracker Barrel restaurant parking lot, we felt the wind suddenly pick up and fled into the Roadtrek as the heavy rain started. Happily inside as marble-sized hail pummeled the van, we welcomed the silence as the storm waned…until the wind picked up again, detritus starting to fly through the air, and the tornado sirens went off. Being Californians, we had never heard this type of siren before and initially waited for some impatient driver to let off his car horn. After a passive minute, we braved the crazy wind to question a Cracker Barrel employee. She said if the siren continued, we should go into the Cracker Barrel and join the employees in the walk-in coolers to await the tornado. Yikes! Fortunately, the wind began to slacken…and the sirens ….stopped. Welcome to the Midwest!

Hmmm, California earthquakes? Midwest tornadoes? Gulf and Atlantic coast hurricanes? Of the three, Sally prefers earthquakes (actually enjoys the thrill, feeling the earth moving), whereas Steven would prefer to be stuck in a tornado as they provide less risk. What is your favorite planet-induced destructive phenomena?

Being from the politically progressive San Francisco Bay Area, I had never attended a Labor Day Parade that wasn’t highly political, and with an international focus. The one here in Rapid City  today had the whole town out, the kids catching thrown candy, the adults enjoying the drum corps.

Only Labor organizations were represented: Sheet Metal and IronWorkers, Labor Unions, and Apprenticeship Programs for a variety of Trades. We forget how much of our nation’s infrastructure relied on the skills of workers to build them. When their aren’t enough skilled workers maintaining bridges, dams, and municipal utilities, we are the ones that suffer. Let’s salute the folks in the Trades, that keep our toilets flushing, our air conditioners pumping, and our lights on. Happy Labor Day everybody!

I have wanted to visit the “U.P.” since I started reading books by my favorite author, Jim Harrison. Many of his novels are set in the U.P. and center around his fondest topics: Food, Hunting, Sex, Fishing, and Drinking. My women’s book group didn’t really love him when I made them read, “Sundog”, so reasonable minds can differ on his merits as a writer. However, everyone in the U.P. agrees that these are all important activities…or “Lifestyle”, as I have been corrected by Yoopers. Most motels have large signs stating, “Fishermen Welcome”, and some state, “Bikers Welcome”. There are lots of both up here as charter fishing is huge, and Michigan does not have a “helmet law” after age 21, so your long, gray ponytail can fly in the wind off your boat or your bike. Summer activities also include,”Bog-Walking” and fantastic lake swimming, from sailboat anchor rode, to anchor rode. Lake Superior is the largest freshwater lake in the world by area, the third largest by volume behind Lake Baikal in Siberia, and Lake Tanganyika in East Africa. With enough water to cover the entire land mass of North and South America with one foot of water, it can also create 30 foot waves. With less snow/ice cover every year, the lake is warming, and will be ice free by the winter of 2040. That is great for our daily swimming!…but will create even more lake effect snow for the U.P. which already gets DAILY snowfall during the winter.

We stayed within a stone’s throw of Lake Superior for 4 nights along the Pictured Rocks National Seashore. Both in a protected harbor sharing the beach with a seaplane, and in 12 Mile Campground (below) , on a tree-covered sand dune overlooking the Lake. The featured image is of the dramatic, multi-colored cliffs along the Seashore, best viewed by kayak.

We bog-walked trails lush with spruce, aspen, white birch, fir and maples. The maples are starting to turn red even in August. That means the U.P.’s other big attraction, hunting, will begin soon. We would love to come back in Winter, to a cozy cabin, when all those bog-walks become cross-country skiing and snowshoeing trails…and all those deer flies, skeeters, and gnats go away.

One of these trails had been converted to the most beautiful 18 hole “Disc Golf Course” we have ever played. Disc golf requires only a small, heavy frisbee for equipment, starts at a mark in the woods, designated the “tee” for the first throw. Usually there is a line drawing to show whether the target (basket) is dog leg left or right out of view, and the yardage to the basket. Then you wander through the forest using arcing, skidding, slicing, and every other throwing skill you have, usually just trying to “get outta trouble” because you are always somehow behind a copse of trees, or down in a shallow fern laden creek.

Finally you see the 2 ft. diameter basket, about 3 feet off the ground; it is made of wire with dangling chains above it to “catch” your disc. Now you start the short game and putting, trying to finesse it into the basket. When you finish that “hole”, you look for an arrow to direct you through the woods to the next tee. Like golf, the lowest score wins. If it is possible, I am even worse at Disc Golf than traditional Golf, but manage to laugh a lot more on this thick, forested course.  It is certainly no sillier than using a stick to launch and roll a tiny ball, but it is a lot easier to find a bright orange dinner platter (literally, as we also use these to support our flimsy paper plates), than a stupid tiny white ball that gets buried under every leaf, mud splat, and wrinkle in the earth.

We also couldn’t leave the U.P. without tasting the original Jean-Kay’s Pasties in Marquette. He told us he started cooking these when he was 19 years old, and is proud to tell you that residents of Cornwall, England burst into tears at the authenticity. They are soft cubes of steak, potatoes, and rutabagas wrapped in a thin, tender pastry. Yoopers eat it with catsup; a touch of tomato sweetness only enhances the subtle rutabaga flavor.  Nothing more was required. Just don’t call it a “pay-stee” as that it what strippers use to cover their nipples. This Yooper savory delight is a “pass-tee”. Got it?

Thanks to Bob’s gift of a copy of, “The China Study” by T. Campbell almost five months ago, we have switched to a 90% vegan diet for its long term health enhancing benefits. That means we eat EVERYTHING our friends and family put before us without questions, and sample tastes of local animal specialties wherever we are, but mostly, we eat plants. I was told that we must now label ourselves, “Flexitarians”….ycch….sounds like a gastrointestinal disease.  Unfortunately, it means we have no information about famous Wisconsin cheeses and sausages from our visit to Sheboygan, and instead will describe our visit to the nearby Kohler Factory to sample their lovely tubs. Kohler’s enchanting magazine ads enticed us to visit the museum, art center, factory (tours available to those over age 14), village (Whistling Straits Golf Course!!!!), and our personal favorite, the Showroom!  Steven approved the very deep Grecian soaking tub (short enough to fit in our tiny bathroom) for our next bathroom renovation. At $1600 with no bells, whistles, jets, or bubbles, he is going to have to imagine a hot water soak… in a dry tub, for awhile.

In 1912, Kohler built a rural village for employees to lure them away from the former Sheboygan factory on Lake Michigan. Kohler paid above average wages and was generally held up as an example of stellar management…until the employees chose to start a union in 1954. Management labeled them communists and went to war. Kohler became the site of the longest employee strike in the nation. 2800 of the Company’s 3300 employees joined the picket line, and stopped production for two months, until Kohler hired non-union labor. Six years of violence ensued between employees and strikebreakers until the National Labor Relations Board found for the striking employees; Kohler had to reinstate over 1700 employees, pay over $3 Mil. in back wages, and return $1.5 Mil. to the employee pension fund, but did not do so until a negotiated resolution in 1965. Labor leaders cite this plumbing supply company’s behavior to show why workers need unions. Industrial leaders point to the strike as an examples of union belligerence and indifference toward the true welfare of the employees.  With new management in place, Kohler once again enjoys great loyalty among its’ employees. However, the homogeneity of Kohler Village seemed like a draw to everyone but us; 98% white, median age 4o, mostly families, with 30% of the town under age 21. It is middle class, midwestern, and just as safe as can be. Does this sweet little village effectively prepare kids for the multi-cultural global village? We’re not so sure. We hope the Kohler Company sets up a scholarship fund to encourage the village children to travel, and get educated, beyond the confines of the Kohler Village.

We enjoyed the mural laden town of Ashland, near the Apostle Islands on Lake Superior. Look at these murals and tell me if the folk art style bodies/backgrounds v. the photographically detailed faces, look like the work of different artists, glued together.  Head sizes and necks don’t match bodies. The women’s heads are very dominant; the men’s heads and necks are tinier than their beefy, outlined bodies. Very odd….and strangely arresting. We couldn’t stop looking at these murals.

These murals are almost as bizarre as the “Cheeseheads”, big yellow foam wedges worn as fetching headwear during football season in Wisconsin. Perhaps the goofy toppers keep heads toasty in harsh winter weather. Hmmm, pretty “smart”, as you would expect from the folks that yearly host the biggest trivia contest in the world.

Many of us residing near the University of California, Berkeley, CA like to think we are the center of the 1st Amendment universe due to the Free Speech Movement and Mario Savio. However, I had to stop in Skokie, as at a memorial, in respect for the suffering of the residents of Skokie who felt that residing in the United States meant being free of Nazi intimidation, and to express my undying respect for the unpopular stance that the American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU) took here. They lost 30,000 members due to their championing of the rights of the abominable petitioners.

In 1977, the National Socialist Party (American Nazis) tried to get a permit for a Nazi parade in a nearby town. Unable to obtain a permit, they decided to go public with the trampling of their Constitutional right to gather and to express their ugly views. They applied to the Village of Skokie, because it would guarantee a big emotional response. Skokie had over 50% Jewish residents. 10% of the town were Holocaust Survivors. The idea of swastikas, goose walks, and Nazi uniforms could make many in this town react with severe symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The parade permit was denied, and a lawsuit began. The ACLU wrote amicus (“friends of the court”) briefs for the Nazis right to parade their views. The Supreme Court of the United States agreed. Many progressives pulled their memberships, not understanding the import of upholding our Bill of Rights, even for evil minority groups. The Justices upheld the principles of democracy, even though I am sure they found these beneficiaries of free speech to be repugnant individuals. Fortunately, there was no parade in Skokie (it happened later in Chicago), and in response to the Supreme Court’s decision, some Holocaust survivors established a Holocaust Museum here. I will always be, as George H.W. Bush described Dukakis, “A card-carrying member of the ACLU”.  Democracy in practice, is far more painful than in theory.

So starved for Big City entertainment, we have braved some of the hottest streets of summer to suck up the goodies available here. My friends Julia, Ruth and Sally, who grew up in the nearby suburbs like Winnetka, conveyed enough of the thrills to make me dream about a trip to Chicago since college. The second largest city in the U.S., it feels quite different from NYC, in summer anyway. Perhaps it is the influence of Lake Michigan and the breeze that makes it feel more casual and beachy, where NYC just feels ugly sweltering this time of year. Both provide enough modern art exhibitions (SMART in Hyde Park, The Museum of Contemporary Art (MAC), and The Art Institute) to overwhelm even the dedicated enthusiast of abstract art. (Who is the tall, goofy guy trying to blend in with the cartoon faces over his head at the MAC?)

Then there is the joy of catching the latest films (Woody Allen’s fascinating and sad, “Blue Jasmine”, showcasing a Bernie Madoff type widow descending into madness; Cate Blanchett is so great in this role, the audience suffers through every stupid decision she makes, just waiting for the bad consequence to follow, then digging herself deeper, popping pills and telling lies as her only treatment.  I preferred the John Cassavettes’  lovely and tragic “Woman on the Edge” with Gina Roland, as she was so enchanting and creative, trying to claw her way out of a depression in a family and community with no understanding of clinical depression. Both movies make us so grateful not to suffer from clinical depression, and to have built up a “Bank”, of loving and wise people, financial stability, and good health to endure great losses. However, we decided we needed an immediate alcohol injection at a bar with a view to “process” the film and our feelings.

We found it at a hidden gem hotel bar: The Holiday Inn! With floor-to ceiling windows on the 16th Floor, overlooking the River and the full moon over the top of  legendary skyscrapers, it was an extraordinary find with no crowd after work on a weeknight,  a killer fennel/radicchio pizza, and great, reasonably priced cocktails. It made up for a lousy deep dish pizza; “Lou Malinetti’s” (his dad Rudy started making deep dish at the original Uno’s restaurant) couldn’t touch our best Berkeley/Albany/San Francisco deep dish pizzas from Zaccary’s and Little Star. Go west young man, and learn how to make a real deep dish pizza with fresh local ingredients!

We also enjoyed the convenience of the “L” for getting around town, and our visit to one of the oldest Vegan restaurants in the U.S., founded in 1981:  the Chicago Diner in Boystown, all vegan, all the time, even before it became a hipster choice. Amazing Reuben sandwiches, “milk”shakes, and the best boneless Buffalo “Wings” (made from seitan).  Hey Vegans, bring your BBQ ribs cravings here!

My reading group assigned, “Devil in the White City” by Eric Larson, about 5 years ago. It showed the dueling architects’ roles. As the City had burned down in 1871 (except for the old water tower in the featured image), Daniel Burnham and Louis Sullivan (father of the skyscraper and mentor to Frank Lloyd Wright) had a clean slate to work with in the historic constructions for the 1893 World’s Columbian Exposition. It was also the story of America’s first serial killer, who lured young women looking for work at the Fair to his boarding house…with a crematorium in the basement…creepy…!

The 90 minute river tour by the Architecture Foundation must be delayed for cooler weather, as will our tours of the neighborhoods, with Chicago Bungalow and Prairie Style architecture. As it was still 87 degrees at 10 PM we bailed on the chance to dance with the local Tangueros and attend the Jazz Concert outside on the Terrace at the MC. However, we did appreciate the folks boogying with the goofy yellow spotted sculptures there, and shopping at the best Museum Store we have seen yet. We are committing ourselves to return to this wonderful city sooner than later, but NOT during historically hot summer days.

…and I always thought a Boilermaker was a whiskey shooter/cocktail named after the workers who stoked the steam locomotives with coal. It is a shot of whiskey dropped into a beer, and drunk without removing one’s lips from the glass, eg. chug-a-lug. Sounds like a college experience, but since underage students don’t illegally drink on college campuses and certainly not ‘party hearty’ shooters, it must be…of course…the locomotive itself!

Our pal Reg is a faculty member here in West Lafayette, Indiana and gave us the grand tour, coinciding with Freshman Orientation Week. 5500 Freshmen is a lot of goofy kids on a remarkably compact and walkable campus serving 40,000 students. College campuses go all out with a designated, “Office of the First Year Experience” to ensure new student success. You could see these kids were exhausted, and their student guides told us they kept plying them with free caffeine drinks to get them through all the activities. We overheard lots of chirpy cajoling, “Oh no, you can crash later, you don’t want to miss this!”  Perhaps they are resisting indoctrination into adult life, or maybe the Freshmen were just tired of the big noisy locomotive on wheels careening through campus with a loud steam whistle…I certainly was.

Many stopped to pet Lety, stating how much they already miss their dogs at home. Hey! Be the first in your dorm to get a dog!

I guess you have to do something splashy when you live in the same neighborhood as “Samara”, the most unaltered of Frank Lloyd Wright’s furnished and landscaped houses.

Samara is a stunning mix of Chinese and Modern architecture and Prairie Style interiors. Still, the Terracotta Warrior garden sculptures seemed a bit over the top. We liked however, the way it seemed to inspire the neighbors to move beyond woodland creatures, pink flamingos and trolls. We give the “Weird Garden Art Award”, to West Lafayette: from bronze and ceramic sculpture (the featured image, “Courting”), to topiary, and painted aardvarks, boas and gorillas set amid the roses in formal flower gardens. The Terracotta Warriors have met their match.

We are in town for the Indiana State Fair too. “Everything you can imagine fried on a stick” is the food magnet at the Fair, but Reg met her match with an “Amish Donut”. Sized like one of those blow up temporary auto tires, even the donut hole pictured below, is 3 inches across. That is just scary.

… but then again, there are Art Cycles (photo credit: Dr. Regena Scott) and other weird stuff. Get thee to your State Fair, wherever you are!