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Trip Start Apr 28, 2008
Trip End May 03, 2008

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Tuesday, April 29, 2008

     Much of today was driving. While on the road we got a little history as we went. Did you know that the largest mass execution in the U.S. occured in Minnesota? Mankato to be exact. 300 native americans were set to be executed but an episcopal bishop by the name of Whipple urged President Lincoln to take action. According to history books, Lincoln brought the number down to between 30 and 40 but I think they didn't execute all 300 people just to demonstrate that "Minnesota Nice".
      Another little tidbit and excuse the poor translation. Minnetonka. Minne=water. Tonka=holy. Rough translation is holy water.
      Polka was another topic of conversation. Apparently, it was very popular back in the day. Fr. Howard said that the retreats are generally all old ladies and they love when he performs for them. Ahem.
      As I heard dad tell ALL of you, it did take awhile for him to spot an indian. He did spot plenty of dopey white kids though. We stopped at St. Joseph's Indian School & Akta Lakota Museum and Culture Center. We didn't actually go in the school but if you're interested go to The museum depicted how the Indians went about their daily lives and the relationship with nature. Everything has it's own spirit. The grass, trees, streams, and animals. 
      Bpppppp. OK. I know some of you are checking in just for the bloopers so I'll give you some. First, there were lots and lots of bpppppps. I've been given the responsibility of listening for dad's phone because he can't hear it. Even when it's in his vest pocket. On FULL blast. He messed up the gift we gave him for his phone so I have to look at it. In the meantime, he's using an earpiece he connects to the phone. Somehow he got it tangled up with the seatbelt and barely made it out for lunch. Yes, he needed help getting untangled. He now knows Le Sueur wasn't named by the indians. I'm glad he asked. To his credit, when I tried to get a nap in he didn't try to wake me. He did let Howard know how much he'd like me to wake up by yelling,"I REALLY WISH JOHN WOULD WAKE UP TO SEE ALL THIS SNOW" to Howard in the backseat. That's all I've got as we sit here on the MissourA river. More to come. Hopefully tommorow.
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rollen-terd on

Thank God there is not a Writer's Strike
This is the kind of material that keeps us coming back. Loved the blog! You really delivered on the first entry. I waited up as long as I could last night in anticipation. Good Stuff :) This is what got me out of bed this morning. Keep it coming....

Love ya,
ps. Fr. Howard meant to say that it is Old Souls, not old ladies at the retreats.

rollen-terd on

Re: Awesome!
this sounds strangely like Mom had a partner in crime....can anyone account for the whereabouts of Little Peanut Butter Bull. Find her fast......
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