My these youthful travelogues with the gentle music in the background are becoming quite the thing these days.  At least they had the sense to hit the (off the beaten side of) Palisades unlike so many others.  It was a banner blueberry year though.  Myself sat in a patch up there, a veritable blueberry shire as an angel walked into my midst one fine morning after watching some baby boomers in GM play a searing rendition of Dire Straights Six Blade Knife the previous night.  I believe the blueberry patch is reality and the 9-5 is the dream. An idea that's been thrown around a bit these holidays is the one where you wouldn't go back to this tender age unless you could take your __ year old brain with you. I would amend that to say if I could splice in the desirable components.  Oh the sex was nice then. 

 Do you think she's casting an enchantment to make it snow in Duluth?  I hope so.