OCTOBER 1998 continued again...(this is the last one)

If you've got some spare time and are looking for a challenging mental exercise, try this one: Imagine you're leaving Atkinson, NE at 10:00pm and are heading for Sioux Falls, SD where you hope to sleep. The trick is, try to find a route that gets you there without getting lost, yet doesn't take you via Sioux City, IA. Good luck, my friends! We were once more treated to lyrical assistance with a particular song, as you can see.

Then it was drive drive drive to The Metroplex (as local news people call it). Our friend Rollie Martinson invited us to play something he set up in Burnsville, MN. The church was called Prince of Peace, but I believe a more accurate name would be Monstrously Large or perhaps The Church of the Hidden Front Door. A huge crowd turned out and we had a jim dandy time with lights, a disco ball, and a talk by our favorite gymnast.

Once more did we get lyrical help with that song.

Also that night, we reconnected with a fellow that we've not seen since high school! Take a look at that photo and consider which color dominates; then try to guess which a airline our friend Mike works for.

A couple of Mikes

Okay, we're winding down now. The next morning Michael began to contract laryngitis and we played at the chapel service at Concordia University, Metroplex, MN. After that we had a really interesting time with a theology class. In the evening we played a concert for the students.

The next day Michael's voice had completely abandoned him and we drove to Baraboo, WI. (Not sure what that town's name means, but it might have something to do with the crowds chanting to Pontius Pilate.) Anyway, we played in the Al. Ringling ("Al." apparently always takes the period) Theater. It was (and is) and absolutely gorgeous place. Though I suspect old Al. might have done a little turning in his grave that night.

And that, my friends, is what I did on my September vacation. I hope you found it informative and nutritious. Oh yes, please don't get a generous spirit and start sending me butterflies for my collection. I've run out of room already, and the Architectural Revue Board won't give me permission to build another shed any time soon.

More next month,

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