31 march 2010



Duluth, Minnesota. December, 2002.



Jesse, a close friend of mine from Duluth, has always been bitter about the Robber Barons screwing Duluth as a port city. A year before I met Jesse, I went to Duluth with Kelly.

Kelly and I met on our mandatory community service trip during our first year orientation at Macalester College in St. Paul, Minnesota. As we were clearing trail, it was established

that we were both Dylan fans. Kelly proposed that we drive up to Duluth as a pilgrimage to Dylan.



Duluth is a quiet and beautiful city with homes sloping up the hill from Lake Superior. We stopped by the first house in which Dylan lived, before his family moved to

Hibbing. We also drove past the hospital in which he was born. We ate sandwiches by Lake Superior, where the above photograph was taken.



Then we went to a record store where I bought this album:



But now I don’t know where it is.



This photograph of Duluth is particularly meaningful because it commemorates the first day trip I’ve ever taken – as a young adult, with a friend. It also set a precedent for

my travel patterns: I only travel in winter.



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