We spent most of yesterday in Frazee, a town so small that it would fit in a typical midwest cloverleaf. Had a good time with the Anderson clan and discovered the joys of chocolate-covered Rice Krispy bars. It is possible these goodies could being about world peace.
Last night we played cards with our hosts and L's bro, Marv. The game was declareda draw when the power went bye-bye, but we were pretty sure nobody was ever going to win. That's just the way it goes.
While it is a reasonable assumption that NJ and MN are on the same planet, there is reason for doubt. There is a tree here with bright green leaves (duh) and snowball-like flowers that overpower the senses - in a nice way. Can't find anyone who knows their name yet, but they are sensational. Walked past a pine mail box, having smelled it from about 30 yards away. Each tiny swamp, of which there are millions, is patrolled by its legal owners, redwing blackbirds. They tolerate visitors, but just barely.
Detroit Lakes is mostly quiet, except perhaps when the Norther Pacific rolls through with east-bound coal or westbound grain. For 50 points: Why Detroit Lakes? not a UAW union in site.
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