Writers block party

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I am writing from the Back Channel Brewing Company, so named for their location on part of Lake Minnetonka just west of the twin cities.  You can get good beer anywhere you go. 

Challenge now is to find a way to coalesce road experience into a useful post.  Carol says that you can just tell everyone that you are living each day to the fullest, and to mention the walk in the park you had today with your dad, who is 92 years old.  We also competed on the putting green located at his assisted living residence. He won. So there.

I'm sure something will percolate up for future posting; you can consider this blog post a substitute for a blank page.  I think I'm suffering from writer's block.  Now, I have to post a few recent photos representing our travels from Kewadin, MI to Savage, MN.  I have to do this because if I do a new blog post, I will reward myself with a Ten Letter Word IPA from Back Channel. 

I would have included a picture of my dad, but I am having technical difficulties.  I think I need a beer.







Random shameless archival photo.  From left to right: age 5 years, 38 years, 6 years, 40 years. 

Waiting in line at the Hiawatha, to get good "positioning" for our "Lodge" the next day when gate opens.

Lodge in place at festival, with some of our cohorts, festing. 

Me and my sister Cindy 

The Steel Wheels musical group, performing at the 40th annual Hiawatha Traditional Music Festival in Marquette Michigan.
















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