The girls entered the Grandstand. Vendors and fair-goers stood shoulder-to-shoulder, covered in sweat. White men with crew cuts and calf-high white socks sat at the Minnesota Environmental Control Citizens Association (MECCA) booth, fighting to stop Reserve Mining from pumping tailings into Lake Superior. Grant Merritt, the grandson of the Merritt brothers from whom Rockefeller stole the Iron Range mines, looked up from a law case he was reading. He nodded at the girls. Two rows over, a skinny balding man hawked The Handy Dandy Little Ice Machine “See here! See here!” he shouted, his voice high and shrill. “Never worry for crushed ice again!” Kris wondered why someone would buy that when a person could use a hammer. “The most amazing miracle since sliced bread folks and men your little lad
