Our neighbors, Tom and Sandy Story, returned Sunday from what Tom refers to as the Eighth Sacrament given to all Minnesotans: crossing the Mississippi at its source in Itasca State Park. Friday they packed up their oldest four novitiates and made way to the north country mecca. (There is a fifth grandchild in the photo at right, who is too young to take the sacrament but wanted to be in the picture anyway) Below is evidence of the baptism of their innocents. (There's a fifth devilish young man in the photo making signs with his fingers, ignore him.)
Fifty years ago, the Rolfsrud children made their pilgrimage to these headwaters as well, carefully stepping across the eight stations of The Source. That's Sosie dipping a tootsie.
Isn't it nice to know that
everything in the world hasn't changed?
