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AUGUST 13, 2006 - WELCOME TO THE HOTEL CALIFORNIA

The beautiful Dakota Inn, run by a family of Calcutta natives is beginning to feel like the Hotel California, alright. "You can check out any time you like, but you can NEVER leave….." Maybe I am in a remake of Groundhog Day.I stopped at the Post Office today, knowing that they were closed for business. I did find a janitor who said that they were sorting mail in back from the truck that came in at midnight last night. I explained my predicament and the fact that the "priority" mail that was sent from Michigan had other priorities and please find my damn medicine. 

I could hear voices in back blah blah "……medicines?" …. Blah blah ….."Michigan?"……… blah blah …………."priority? Whats that?"……… blah blah…………

Finally a dutch type door opened - you know the type that only the top half can open if you want it to - and this guy sticks his head out and says "WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH THE ALL POWERFUL OZ?" I told him I wanted my damn medicines. He told ME they couldn't find any damn medicines. I asked him if perhaps he might have found an envelope or small package addressed to MARK LOGSDON in care of general delivery to this post office?

No. Didn't see anything like that.

Is there a special place where general delivery stuff is put? ( I was hoping that the answer wasn't "yeah, in the shredder along with other stuff", but waited with bated breath to hear) "yeah, checked that too."

My only recourse is to go back tomorrow and see what is up. IF it isn't there, I am leaving. Send the shit back home at YOUR expense, because I am refusing delivery and you can take your Priority mail and ……….. well you get the idea.

Now, this might come as a shock, but with the fact that I have been here since last Thursday, you might figure that I have seen damn near all of Minot that there is to see.

You're right on the money.

Parts of it have been seen lots and lots of times. Some of it has been seen only once. For instance, I saw an Irish Pub that had a "Pub lunch" sign out front on one of the travels. I think it was a front for something else, because it is NOT where it used to be. I have not been able to find that Irish Pub. There is a "Lucky Buffet" where it was. I don't think that if you are walking into a "buffet" of any kind that you can call yourself lucky. I think that if you can walk OUT of any kind of "buttet" you can call yourself Lucky. Perhaps that is what they mean? I did see people running out of the place and throwing themselves in front of cars. I just hit a speed bump that had an odd "cushy" feeling to it. Neat.

I thought, oh hell, I'll go to Bismarck North Dakota and see what is happening there. Fort Abraham Lincoln was there. Oh, you 1st Michigan people that read this, they, too, had their own "Sergeant Major" who apparently was well loved by the re enactors and employees and visitors to the Fort. That was, until he passed away at a fellow employee's wedding reception. You can look it up on the Internet, so it must be true. Hell the speed bump story above is on the internet, so THAT must be true.

Well, the further south I went, the harder it rained. Now, I just want to defend myself here. I got to thinking, hey, I am riding in the rain. Then I thought, "yeah, but you've been doing that since you left." My other brain - NO NOT THAT ONE - said "yeah, but I had a REASON to ride in the rain".

I figured I was being stupid so I turned around and headed back to Minot. Hey, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that the rain going south should have been a welcome change than hanging around Minot, but you would be wrong. I went to the Aircraft Museum at the Airport and underpaid for a few hours of great entertainment. Photos will be supplied later. It certainly was a good time.

When I got back to the motel, I met some more folks from Canada, and the guy and his wife were pretty funny people. He started talking about a guy he met in Sturgis South Dakota last week who had a bike JUST like the one that was parked behind mine. It was a Springer with a very classy Mariel Carrier - ooooops - I mean Sidecar.  Well, to make a long story short, it turned out to be the same fellow.

I had a great piece of Pizza tonight at "Sammy's" in town. Very good and thin crust. Whoo hoo.