I am also curious as to what I missed, had I been able to make the trek across the wide white nort country of Wisky, cross the St Croix of no return and venture into the land of the Minnieapple. It appears to be a strikingly lavish arena you guys chose for the long lasting winter meeting- Scandinavian supper of repressed 'Sotan' duffers. I mean, is that really a dancing elephant wrapped in some sort of a Imperial toga, on the mural behind you gents? So, what was on the menu? Did you have a 'served family style' Swede and Norwegian lefse and lutifisk all-you-care-to-eat feast? And to survey that apparently after the banquet table, it looks like you really are devout 'lenteneers' with all those partially consumed glasses of water, 3 coffee cups ready for their refill warmer-uppers, and 2 carafes of 'Liebfraumilch'. But, I see one participant hadn't even finished his glass of 'near-wine' in the foreground (or is that Cortland applejuice?). Are the 4 ketchup bottles the traditional condiment of the lutefisk ritual? My mouth is watering, if not fully running over, at the thought of what was missed!
(sometimes there just aren't enough emoticons to express one's tongue in cheek, Dan!)
I've yet to visit my daughter's new digs in Mound, but after I get this gruesome 3 weeks and counting kidney stone saga behind me, and can swing a club again, I hope I'll get to catch up with a few of you 'Sotans', and maybe see how far a golf ball flies in your rarified airs.