Driving through the rolling hills of the Minnesota Heartland on Sunday a.m. Sheep, Dairy Cows, Corn, Hay Bails, very Van Gogh...and the sentimentality was heeped on the top as I was bangin Replacements "All Shook Down"....all I needed was a brat in one hand and a Grain Belt Premium in my cup holder...
So I'm driving to the Centennial Celebration of the metropolis of Buckman, MN. 100 friggin years old, population 97 and the hometown of my dad. Why Sunday a.m? Its a Polka mass !! ha ha...the Waltzateers will be performing all the songs of the Mass. And my 97 yr old Grandma was given special recognition as the oldest living resident of Buckman...my 78 yr old Aunt was the guest speaker and the Church was packed. Life has changed around Buckman, but inside that church it felt like 1952....it was a whole day of sentimentality, and I normally cringe at the prospect of lathering it up, but times like these draw me too it..it felt important and rare.
So I'm driving to the Centennial Celebration of the metropolis of Buckman, MN. 100 friggin years old, population 97 and the hometown of my dad. Why Sunday a.m? Its a Polka mass !! ha ha...the Waltzateers will be performing all the songs of the Mass. And my 97 yr old Grandma was given special recognition as the oldest living resident of Buckman...my 78 yr old Aunt was the guest speaker and the Church was packed. Life has changed around Buckman, but inside that church it felt like 1952....it was a whole day of sentimentality, and I normally cringe at the prospect of lathering it up, but times like these draw me too it..it felt important and rare.
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oldschool:
cool
stickyrice:
I love that kind of stuff. There's probably something wrong with me, but I do.