Each winter on the day after the lake freezes for the first time, people from the surrounding area throw rocks on the ice. They say the tradition began as a way of testing the ice's tensile strength, but now it's a spiritual ceremony. It produces a transcendent sound, like the zing of a zither.
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Monday, November 24, 2008
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Dec. 28, 2007
In the waning years of WW II, we were living in Rockville Center, Long Island, I was about 12 and dad was dying of a brain tumor. Mom said NYC was no place for a widow to bring up a child, so she packed us up and we took a train to her childhood home in Detroit Lakes Minnesota. That's where she met and married this widower. He was a clothing salesman and outdoorsman.
Dec. 27, 2007
Hamburger at Petes Place