Join me for a little lunch. Or something. Sometimes.
If you feel you should say something, or don’t know what to say, just say this.
As Snoopy starts many of his tales, “it was a dark and stormy night …” It’s been a year like that for me.
Residents of Fishers, Indiana resorted to signs to divert covert lawn poopers.
The truth is out there about the jar of pickles on the side of the road near Des Peres, Missouri.
I’d forgotten about hat hair.
Mannequins are freaky and sometimes disturbing. I see them everywhere and can’t help photographing them.
Meh to the stiletto.
Collinwood, home to the Collins family, features gothic architecture and many candles in Dark Shadows Blue.
Stearns County and the whole of Minnesota are a hunting ground for vintage items and antiques.
We pay good money to watch horror movies, when all we have to do is step outside.
When my sister turned 70 she wanted to shake things up. Have adventures. So she took up dumpster diving.
Lena and Mina were my grandmothers – Stearns County, Minnesota women who grew up and raised families in small towns around the Lake Wobegon Trail. Born in the USA, they spoke German and had German accents. As did my parents, who spoke only German until they went to school. As do some of my cousins, who have never lived anywhere but Stearns County. We’re quirky folks, like those in Garrison Keillor’s fictional Stearns town of Lake Wobegon. I’m Laurie Hilsgen, and if you’re reading this, you might be Wobegonian, too. Let’s celebrate our loony ways. Oh ja!
