BY Jack Boardman – Guest Author
Farewell old friend
I knew the day would come; I didn't know when. He'd been my constant traveling-companion for nearly fourteen years. Oh, the places we went and the sights we saw…
Countless trips to the North Shore of Lake Superior; Duluth, Two Harbors, Castle Danger, Knife River, Little Marais, Grand Marais and the back-roads and back-waters thereabout.
Park Rapids, Brainerd, Mora, Rochester, Winona; scouring the highways and back-roads of Dodge and Wabasha Counties looking for cemeteries and ancestral homesteads.
To the Ozarks of central Missouri; running the mountain-ridges like a moonshiner and exploring Route 66.
To LaCrosse, Wisconsin, and on to Historic Galena, Illinois, Saint Louis, Missouri, Chicago…
But we mostly explored our beloved Saint Paul—Seventh Street from the remaining bits and pieces at Fort Snelling on the bluff and the confluence of the Minnesota and Mississippi Rivers to the opposite end on the East Side.
Summit Avenue from its current eastern terminus past the majestic Cathedral of Saint Paul and curving past the former Weyerhauser and Forpaugh mansions; stopping at Ramsey Street and the continuing on until stopped finally at East River Road and the Mississippi.
We explored broad University Avenue its entire length from the northern suburbs past the University of Minnesota, Midway industrial areas, the small businesses and shops and past Regions Hospital to to its end at Lafayette Road…ahh the roads we have traveled.
But alas, all relationships must end, and I've found another traveling-companion; she's younger and better-appointed than you are, old friend. I've known her for a few years and we have occasionally gone out together—nothing serious—until now.
Now, my friend, Lumpy, we have come to that fork-in-the-road where my path and yours are not the same. Farewell, old friend; it's been a great ride.