After living in North Dakota since 1976 Kadizzle walked through downtown Fargo today. Fargo is strange. It is a city on a pancake. What do people do here? There are no mountains, valleys, and no real natural wonders, but good soil. So here we sit about to go to a wedding of an old neighbor's daughter. Natalie Jean the dancing queen used to play with our girls when they were all little. Natilie used to go on our sailing adventures occasionally.
Last night we spent with the Barns. Their house is full of wonderful art objects. Sandy and Taylor have a bizarre relationship. Taylor is as liberal as Kadizzle, and Sandy worships at Trump's feet. Now this could cause a nuclear explosion except Sandy has a little shack outback he can escape to. In the shack Sandy makes some of the finest fly rods money can buy. Kadizzle would like to have a nice escape shack like Sandy with a wood stove, lots of tools, a TV, and peace an quiet when needed.
Kadizzle just returned from the train station in Fargo. A strange sight was there. Right next to the tracks was a large sailboat. Apparently it belongs to the owner of the bike shop that does business at the train station. Kadizzle thought he would chat the fellow up about sailing, but the man could not be located.
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