The weather was beautiful today. Warm temperatures, tolerable humidity, and sunny skies. No bugs. Perfect. For a moment, it occurred to me that I might not be in Minnesota.

I was driving along when I noticed something that assured me that, no, I hadn’t inadvertently transplanted myself to Texas: Guy riding Harley. Guy’s elementary-school-aged son on the back of the bike. Sidecar attached to bike. Full hockey bag and two goalie sticks riding in sidecar.

Yup, definitely Minnesota.