I  recently visited with my best friend, Cindy, who I've known since junior high.  Back then, she had just moved to Wabasso from Colorado Springs and was looking for a friend.  She says she thought I was fascinating (I'm adequate) because I had on these huge, cream colored patent leather loafers with a gold chain across the top, and she had never seen anything like them before.  Nor had anyone else.  Cindy evaluates people by their shoes.

Every so often, we like to hop in the car and look at the local attractions in the western end of the Minnesota River Valley.  We started out at the Millinery Shop at Pioneer Village (aka Historic Chippewa City) in Montevideo, Minnesota where we discussed which kind of hat would have best suited us.  I said I saw myself in the Roaring 20's hanging out with Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald, and Cindy said she would have been a Gibson Girl.

Some people just refuse to grow up and evidently Cindy is one of them - which is probably why we have so much fun when we're together. 

 At the vintage post office I watched while Cindy committed a federal offense.  I saw her take someone else's mail out of the mailbox and read it.  It was very old mail, but still . . .

When she thought I wasn't paying attention, I caught her sneaking up the stairs in one of the historic houses and peeking into the attic (though this is not recommended and now we're probably in trouble).  And just so you don't have to do the same thing, I'll enlighten you.  There's storage up there.

She wasn't too bad at the school house, except that she made me be the teacher.  Cindy actually is a teacher.  She's half a year older than me, and therefore, she thinks she's the boss of me.  For the record, no one is.  Well, my mom.

Just think how much fun a kid would have here!  I mean, we're grown ups and we had an awesome time.  There are more pictures of the Pioneer Village posted in the Minnesota River Valley photo album.