Each year around this time I have an opportunity to go home. Not an opportunity to get back from a work trip to the house that I live in now, though that is true too especially once the Expo ends. But the home I’m speaking about is the one I grew up in.
Some of you know this, but I was raised in a small town in northeastern North Dakota. If you grew up in a small town, it’s probably a lot like yours. Folks there are salt of the earth. They will give you the shirt off their back if you ever need it, despite the fact that you don’t live there now and haven’t lived there in over 35 years. They still know you by name and if they see you in town will drop everything they’re doing and have a conversation with you as if you never left. I don’t know how to put that into words, other than to say that it’s just special.
This year my trip started just a little bit further south than it normally does as my wife and I moved to Kansas earlier this year. I found my way to South Dakota where I joined my brother-in-law Mike and we made the final trek to the north. |
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