8/29/82
The nights in Lake Wobegon have gotten a little chilly lately, worthy of extra blankets. Duane, a 17-year-old, is so frustrated by all this weather talk; he would rather focus on the book he is reading. It’s about the Flambeaus. He imagines living with the Flambeaus in New York City rather than in Lake Wobegon. Uncle Ed headed down to Minneapolis…
