Thankful for memories

Each year, around this time, it’s customary for one to feel the need to profess what they are thankful for.

Yes. It’s Thanksgiving.

For me, I am not only thankful for my faith, family and friends, but for my memories.

Growing up on a small, Minnesota dairy farm, I knew what hard work was. I also knew just how special it was to actually have a day or two off from the job.

Once every other year, our family would hire someone to take care of the farm while we traveled to the big city of Shakopee to visit my Uncle Mark and Aunt Linda.

It was great. We could sleep in. Play Super Mario Brot...