I love the remains of old cars. We kids used to spend hours playing in an old Ford retired to our grove out on the farm. There's a whole lot of family history in a relic like the one we found at the edge of Hampton in southeastern Minnesota.
Melanie and I were charmed by the community of Hampton. Maybe it's because we were there on such a perfect Sunday afternoon, but if we hadn't had other destinations in mind, I think we might have stopped at the local tavern for a sandwich a cold drink.
I hail from the flat, vast prairies of southwestern Minnesota, so you can imagine what a treat it was for me to see all of the green rolling hills of southeastern Minnesota. It felt primitive and peaceful. The cows seemed awfully nice.
