The Great Minnesota Get-Together knows no cultural bounds. In the parking lot, Dodge Rams from Blaine pull up next to Priuses from Linden Hills; fixies from Northeast are chained next to Range Rovers from Minnetonka. The roiling stew of humanity bakes under the relentless August sun for two weeks, its individual parts lured to St. Paul by a mutual appreciation for deep-fried what-have-yous, butter sculptures, seed artwork, conceptual-looking chickens, gleaming farm machinery, far-flung concerts, rides, games, and the dependably upsetting Miracle of Birth barn. It's the ultimate recipe for people-watching. Even barking politicians can't dissuade the demographic-spanning unity of the Minnesota State Fair, which drew its fourth-highest attendance ever in 2015: 1.8 million beautiful specimens. It's the same amazing party we've been attending since 1859, and we'll never stop.