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The Places That Were Precious

We woke up in Duluth and it was wonderful. The whole weekend was a delight. But the day was bittersweet, as I knew it would be. If my brother had lived he would’ve been 37 years old today. He loved Duluth too. On our last trip together there he bowled a 225 (at the age of 15). Focusing on those happy memories helps. It’s too easy to get hung up on the rough stuff, like remembering his last birthday…spent in the hospital, suffering the effects of his first round of chemo. Instead I’ll go further back, and think about the year he got his Big Trak. That thing kicked ass.


Bonus: Something else my brother loved…Halloween. And I still do. But The Soap Factory’s Haunted Basement (”the scariest public basement in southeast Minneapolis”) might be just a little too much for my wussy self. Still, I’m intrigued.


  1. Aaron wrote:

    I really dig that photo.

    Monday, October 15, 2007 at 9:53 pm | Permalink
  2. stevie wrote:

    i’m so bummed i couldn’t be with there with yawl. i miss duluth and my grandparents (who live in two harbors).

    i just thought it’d be kind of a hard trip for me to be up there, since that’s where my mom and I always went to visit her mom and dad. i wonder if they know we don’t talk. i wonder what they think. they haven’t called either.


    i hope you guys had an amazing time.

    Monday, October 15, 2007 at 11:32 pm | Permalink
  3. Laurel wrote:

    I love your photographs.

    Tuesday, October 16, 2007 at 12:15 pm | Permalink
  4. yup..thats the way too do it,think of the good stuff becuase the love never leaves us.

    Tuesday, October 16, 2007 at 10:06 pm | Permalink

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