Isn't it odd that we Americans have a day to celebrate the man in charge of the landing of a trio of boats which were lost. They thought they had landed in India.
I've lived a lot of years. They started in a north-Chicago suburb. In 1972 I moved to Minnesota and had a son the next January. I like Minnesota most of the time, especially when I'm not sliding in it or shoveling it.
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