It’s a Bear

In the midst of a delightful discussion about¬†Midsommar on pal Carol’s FB wall, a few memories have bubbled up. One of them is the gas station we always stopped at on the drive up to our cabin in Kaleva. It was a long drive and we knew every turn of it. I always knew my…

Home Town Jaunt

Made a brief trip to the home town with my brother to see our other brother and my dad and pick up some things. Weird how much the town has changed yet our street so little. My older brother lives in my grandparents’ house, which we lived in when I was born, then moved into…