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When Randy Thysse '85 was growing up in the Minne­apolis working-class sub­urb of Brooklyn Center, it was suggested that he learn a trade, like neighbors who were plumb­ers or glaziers, or maybe he could follow in his dad’s footsteps and learn carpet laying. The trade he settled into, and which he never once considered while growing up, is sometimes called spycraft.

Jerry Hammer’s earliest recollection of the fair is fleeing from it when he was three years old. “We were watching a [midway attraction] … where a man sits in a cage, and a light bulb above his head turns off. When it turns back on, there [was] a guy in a gorilla suit standing in the cage where the man used to be. I remember looking out the window to see if the gorilla was chasing us home. … My 6-year-old brother [Robert ’74] just laughed.”