Sunday, December 10, 2006
Labor Day weekend-- it was the end of a hellacious summer. Those of you who've read this blog before know the details. My wife, stepdaughter and I drove up to Minnesota to visit her family. It was just what the doctor ordered-- her family is great. I'm blessed with wonderful in-laws.
One morning we left my stepdaughter with my wife's brother and sister-in-law, and my wife drove me around showing me Chaska, Minnesota, where she'd grown up.
Chaska, Minnesota was a small town that got swallowed up by the suburbs of Minneapolis. I think it was sometimes a tough place for sensitive and artsy girl to grow up. I think my wife thinks of it like the old song "Tobacco Road"--
"Cause it's home
The only life I've ever known
Oh I despise and disapprove you
But I love ya, 'cause it's home"
One other sensitive, artsy person also grew up there. The gates in the picture are all that are left of Prince's old home in Chaska.