Jan 19, 2009
I thought this story was gonna be about Illinois when I saw the title. Maybe it was.
You might be right. I once walked with my Mom in the rain to the Highest Point in Minnesota. It was a Hill. It was, to be sure, a very pretty hill, but it was a Hill. Then, of course, there\'s alla them lakes, quite flat unless it\'s a windy day. And in Winter, well, it\'s all pretty much flat, anyway -- unless you\'re running one of the ski resorts around here.
To paraphrase Mephistopheles: \"Why this is Flatland, nor am I out of it.\"
Griz