Taking advantage of the beautiful spring days, Stella! and I have headed over to the Minnehaha Falls a couple of times already. My niece and I rode bikes along the creek to the “falls” last fall when the creek had dried up and there was only the merest of trickles falling.

This spring, though, the falls are falling.

When I arrived at the falls, I was transported to an “all-powerful joy.” To the horror of Proust, it wasn’t a madeleine that transported me – it was a bologna sandwich. Continue reading →