Late Night Notes from Minnesota

After the soak with the Duck and Great BZWZ in the hotel hot tub, after the drive down the road to Stillwater, MN, to watch the old drawbridge go up and down on the St. Croix River on the Wisconsin border, after the early birthday dinner for Ducknik at her Auntie's retirement home, after the Family Reunion earlier in the day and after the drive into downtown Minneapolis with BZWZ, PD, 5H, BellyBone and Duck this morning, followed by a walk through the farmer's market to buy wild rice from a guy whose last name was Red Elk,  Plottie has to admit this was one fine day.

The Jenkins and Carlson and Clem and Peterson and Veitch families are really nice people.
They are Minnesota different. You get the feeling when they say "How are ya?" that they want to really know how you are. Her dad had six siblings and Aunt Alice is the last one, but there are lots and lots of cousins and second cousins and aunties and uncles. Plot has heard many of the stories before but he heard some new ones too. Most of all he got to put faces with names and voices with faces.

They're a little sore at  "Fargo." They really don't talk like that, they say, in voices that sound a little bit like, well, this Coen Brothers movie.

Plot has had a ball, as he knew he would. He'd like to have a week here just to messs around the Twin Cities, modern Minneapolis and old St. Paul, with the Mississippi River running right between.