Hello! Each time I write to you I have to read my previous post to see where I left off. This time when I read the last post, I was thinking, "Enough Already!" Sorry for giving you too much. You don't have to know it all. Geesh! It is just that as things happen, I think that I could share that moment with you. And when I do it turns out to be too many moments. I need to be choosier. I had a rainy day to do other stuff besides biking. I drove to Winona where I went to Anytime Fitness and visited the historical museum. Looking for a place to park in the downtown area I saw a sign for "Red Mens Club", and I wondered what that was a moment. Is there a large native american population here? Wait, would they call themselves "red"? Then it hit me. It was a place for angry men to gather and rant about those awful "socialists" and "libermorons" and "election fraud". It was strategically located next to a bail bonds o
Letters to friends from a young-old woman, author and life explorer. This is Susan's journal of continuing travel adventures, goofy mishaps, and life experiences.