Vice President of Social Media and John Height in the newsroom.

Now the Fireworks Commissioner, Flashlight King, and Keeper of Common Sense, your Mayor, Joe Sushire.

Commencing the Rajs' larger segment number one.

It's another charming and gracious day here at the Great Minnesota Get Together.

I always enjoy the crowds and the proximity of bodies mashed together in Unison as it presents an opportunity for some casual contact.

A little brush against a random buttock by accident if you catch my drift.

Can you dig it? I knew that you could, as the kids say.

In addition to the cavalcade of things fried and things dipped in batter, there's also a cloud of melancholy and a taste of the modland as we bid a fond of you to Mr. Sushire and his band of garage logic crunies.

As they take a final lap around the state fairgrounds in the form we have known for so very long.

We're down the street as that at Shell remain in similar form as a podcast, which is good news.

I myself am unfamiliar with the technology being as I still embrace the words cassette and splendid.

Anywho, that's the word from St. Paul. I'm on my way to my annual visit to the state fair haunted house where one can enjoy being startled by ghouls and one can also enjoy staring at chicks.

Go vikes.

I don't think I'm an attire of that.

Sixty, 68 degrees, bro. You know, when I open the door now at the house, I first look to see if there's a coyote out there.

What?

Guy got char, sitting on his patio last weekend, 930 at night.

Coyote came running towards him.

He stood up and yelled at me to full of himself and the coyote went away.

Now I'm, now I'm leery to go out unless I look first.

Unless they're rabid, they're not going to attack you.

No, but Kenny, this one must have been because he showed no fear of this guy.

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