Same old, same old? Not so fast....

I spent the last few days "At Home" in Minnesota on the farm where I grew up.  My brother Charlie, whom I haven't seen in awhile, is visiting our mom, and I wanted to spend some time with him.  So away I drove, out of the frying pan and into the freezer!

Although it has changed - buildings have worn out, some of them are even gone, the silo is but a shell these days and the windmill will never turn on it's squeaky axle again - much of it remains the same.  It is, in some ways, a bizarre time warp to go back and sleep in the same room where I spent my years of teenage angst, wondering where life would lead me.  It is probably a good thing I didn't know then what I know now, or I would never have had the courage to leave in the first place!