Deadwood is a town created by the 1876 gold rush. The name came from the dead trees that grew on the canyon walls where Deadwood began. It’s history is full of wild, hardworking and hard drinking gamblers, including Wild Bill Hickok and Calamity Jane, both buried here in Mount Moriah Cemetery. In the 1960’s Deadwood fell on hard times. The
We left Aberdeen this morning under a cover of clouds. Just enough in between them to have the sun streaming through like all those religious calendars my Grandma Lindberg used to have. The crops look good, especially the sunflowers, which are brilliant yellow, like a sea of sunshine. Barb says they are such a happy flower. We also passed corn
We had dinner in Aberdeen with my Aunt Maudie and cousins Robb and Betsy. Being connected, or as Betsy said, “living here all my life”, has its perks. Bets got us a semi-private room at Maveric’s, a steak house in town. The food was good, but the best part was seeing and catching up with them. We haven’t seen each
We headed out of Fargo today in the brand new Lucerne. I was the first driver of the day. We headed south on I-29, a flat, straight and wide open highway with a speed limit of 75 mph. There were times on the road when I could count the number of vehicles both ahead and behind me on one hand.
I’m in Fargo again, the second time in a month. Flying in today the pilot approached from the north, which is unusual. In my memory the flight has approached from the south, flying over the entire city, right by the Fargo Dome and into Hector International. The flight pattern today allowed me to have a fabulous view of the patchwork