That's where I be. After spending yesterday in Toledo with Judd and his fine folks, drove today to this lovely little town hugging the side of the Mississippi River. The house, which is owned by a poet-prof of great talent and even broader hospitality, sits on a hill a mere five-minute walk from the Eastern shore. We took a sunset stroll through swarms of gnats, past many a fine Tudor-house, down to the walkway, situated between a train track and the lily-strangled waters. The sister photogged a bunny, beaver, some manly types in a fishing boat, and then we crossed back just a few minutes before a tiny freight train black spewing black smoke honked its horn and shuffled past us towards, presumably, St. Paul.
Stopped at Notre Dame today. Gorgeous campus. Lots of Jesus. Hot as the Holy Land.
Tomorrow onto Lincoln, NE. Am wiped.
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