Mar
30
A Farewell to Amore
Some people go south for spring break. Me? I’m in St. Paul, for the the second day in a row.
Yesterday, I traveled to St. Paul (that’s 45 miles north of Northfield, for those of you who are geographically challenged) for a dentist visit, and then spent a few hours at the Minnesota History Center looking through the library’s extensive files on Louis W. Hill for more information about my great-grandfather’s cowboy band.
(I didn’t dig up any earth-shattering information, but I did pick up some ideas about how I could better organize all the material I’ve accumulated on G. Oliver Riggs. That might be a project for another spring break).
Today, I’m at my favorite St.
Yesterday, I traveled to St. Paul (that’s 45 miles north of Northfield, for those of you who are geographically challenged) for a dentist visit, and then spent a few hours at the Minnesota History Center looking through the library’s extensive files on Louis W. Hill for more information about my great-grandfather’s cowboy band.
(I didn’t dig up any earth-shattering information, but I did pick up some ideas about how I could better organize all the material I’ve accumulated on G. Oliver Riggs. That might be a project for another spring break).
Today, I’m at my favorite St.