What do Paul Molitor bobblehead dolls, a bald Scotsman wearing lime green pants, a yellow shirt, and a khaki jacket (while having a nicotine fit), the Minnesota Twins, a biker bar, a memorial tree, 17 cats, a 6-week-old Labrador puppy, my alma mater, and Devil's Lake, ND have in common? Well, they were all part and parcel of my whirlwind weekend. Now, I'm back in Miami, I'm tired and crabby, and I have yet to eat dinner. So why in the hell am I banging away on my laptop? Who knows....
August 22, 2004 8:20 PM
