Rock of Ages: Mining the Depth of Old Friendship in Northern Minnesota
September 5, 2013
/ by Malcolm Logan
Lincoln wanted to get away. He said, “Find me a dock on a lake somewhere up north where I can dangle my legs in the water and fish.” I like to impress Lincoln so I found him a lake – in fact, I found him 10,000 of them, many of…
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