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| a house in a clearing at the end of the road surrounded by woods |
Duluth, Minnesota, scene of some of my earliest memories. 3901 Graysolon Road is an address burned into my brain, it's the first address I ever knew, and one I will always remember. It was the home of my Auntie Charlotte and Uncle Bob, and their kids, Kathy, and Bobby. They became our family in the U.S. when I arrived here with my mother and my brother at the ripe old age of 2 1/2, and they remain our family still; the fact that they are of no blood relation is completely irrelevant. My uncle Bob passed away 7 years ago, and since he was a veteran, it was special for me to be here for Memorial Day this year. Auntie Charlotte still lives here, as I know she will for as long as she's on this earth; she loves this place, and it's easy to see why.
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| the stomping ground of my childhood |
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| some meaningful things from childhood just can't be explained |
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There weren't eagles nesting right by the house when we were kids,
but they've been on the property for the last ten years. |
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Lake Superior -- people who are not from the Midwest
just don't understand how big the Great Lakes are. |
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Duluth
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