Minneapolis

To my blogging friends in Minneapolis: I am delighted that you are enjoying my blogs. And I would like the web sites for your blogs.
Concerning your area, a memorable event for me occurred on White Bear Lake in the summer of 1962. Bill and Maxine Johnson and my wife Rosemary and I were visiting our friends George and Evelyn Olsson, who lived on the lake. On Sunday afternoon, George entered the sail boat race. The rest of us, with Bill at the controls, took off in Olsson's motor boat for a ride and to witness the race. When we were in the middle of the lake we spotted the sail boats, about ready to start. Bill idled our engine while we waited. When the race began, Bill backed up our boat to get out of the way. Then he started forward. Maxine, in the back seat, hollered that she was getting wet. Evelyn responded that the boat was made so the water would go out. But then, all of a sudden, we were sinking. . .. sinking. The next thing we knew the boat turned over and we were all on our own in the water. No one drowned. We were all saved. But, you ask, how could this happen on a sunny afternoon on a perfectly calm sea?
You'll have to ask Bill Johnson.