Like too many of us in the pre-Ken Burns era, my high school history experience was more an exercise in rote memorization than a way to understand the human condition (or myself).
Imagine being in a forest of sewing needles soaring thousands of feet above your head. You'd feel like a “Who” in Dr. Seuss’s classic book "Horton Hears A Who," wouldn't you?
The Conga III magic continues from WI through MN and SD. I'm proud to be a Conga III rider, a Facebook-facilitated motorcycle fundraiser benefiting breast cancer.