Things I want to remember from a weekend trip to Minnesota:
The red-winged blackbirds on the mile markers
The martens at Dad's house, and the one squatter sparrow
The scraps of mother-of-pearl I found on the shore of Lake Pepin
There was a button-factory across the river
My great-grandfather was a barber, but my grandfather didn't follow because he didn't like cleaning manure out of peoples' heads.
There's more, but I'm trying to avoid pathos.