I've been on the road for the past two weeks for work. Hard to write about Resettling Big Stone County when I haven't seen the place. Part of those travels included an amazing few days in DC to learn and practice leadership in the political systems (meaning any place really- right?).
I got stuck in a snowdrift on my way out of Big Stone County. You can see in the picture below that it is a wide open, lovely and lonely landscape. WDC, at least for me, brought every comfort of the 21st century- ideas, people, art, sculpture, fine cuisine, and inspiring public places like the war memorials and buildings on the mall.
On the way home out of Reagan National Airport I had the full body scan and a full body patdown. I'm going to side with former Gov. Ventura-- this is the prices of a secure nation? Call those TSA guys "freedom fondlers." Ewwwww. It's just a creepy experience.
It giddyingly good to be home. Sledding down 20 foot snow drift with my boys, playing Snorta after dinner, and today off to a 5th grade girls basketball game in the morning, and to UM Morris for a live Prairie Home Companion show tonight.
There and back again. The contrast between these places make each one all the sweeter.