In trying to get the cobwwebs out of what brain matter I have left there isn't a lot going on in Minnesota. In a week I'll be back in Ohio, purchase a new computer and, hopefully, be able to imnpart some wisdom.
I call it having a "lazy brain" in the northwoods. E.g. Lizzie will ask me to drive the five miles into Hackensack to get some milk. On the way I'll stop at Swanson's Bait Shop and look at fishing lures. Then I'll drive back to the cabin and Lizzie will say, "Where's the milk"? Dang! So back into town I drive and get the milk, then return to the cabin. While I was going to purchase milk I was going to buy some stamps. Silly me! This is why old people make out lists.
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