I think it’s a faux-birch bark dress. Whatever…it looked right for a winter party with mead and a roasted leg of animal.
BOB DYLAN HOUSE AND SCHOOL, HIBBING MN (where he grew up…although he almost never admits it)
Surely Mr. Dylan was thinking of me when he wrote ‘Girl from the North Country.’
If you’re travelin’ in the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine
GREYHOUND BUS MUSEUM, HIBBING MN
Let us be lovers, we’ll marry our fortunes together I’ve got some real estate here in my bag So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner’s pies And we walked off to look for America Cathy, I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh Michigan seems like a dream to me now It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw I’ve gone to look for America …
Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy I said, be careful, his bowtie is really a camera Toss me a cigarette, I think there’s one in my raincoat We smoked the last one an hour ago So I looked at the scenery She read her magazine And the moon rose over an open field…
Cathy, I’m lost, I said though I knew she was sleeping And I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike They’ve all come to look for America All come to look for America All come to look for America
This is probably the model on which I left Minnesota…to go to Florida and seek my fortune after high school!…instead I found a husband.
But then much later instead of a husband I had Albuquerque…but not on a Greyhound.
I’ve made a small fortune and you squandered it all You shamed me till I feel about one inch tall But I thought I loved you and I hoped you would change So I gritted my teeth and didn’t complain …
Now you come to me with a simple goodbye You tell me you’re leaving but you won’t tell me why Now we’re here at the station and you’re getting on And all I can think of is thank God and Greyhound you’re gone …
Thank God and Greyhound you’re gone I didn’t know how much longer I could go on Watching you take the respect out of me Watching you make a total wreck out of me That big diesel motor is a-playing my song Thank God and Greyhound you’re gone
Thank God and Greyhound you’re gone … That load on my mind got lighter when you got on That shiny old bus is a beautiful sight With the black smoke a-rolling up around the taillight It may sound kind-a cruel but I’ve been silent too long Thank God and Greyhound you’re gone Thank God and Greyhound you’re gone
(Songwriters: Ed Nix / Larry Kingston)
HULL-RUST-MAHONING OPEN PIT MINE, HIBBING MN
This was, surprisingly to me, a remarkable site and sight. I’ve never seen an open pit mine of this size before, and for some reason I find heavy duty mining, drilling, industrial equipment oddly beautiful. (Thinking of the Petroleum Museum in Stavanger, Norway). It also prompts one to think of what the business of extracting the earth’s riches means in positive terms: work (dirty dangerous, hard work it’s true) for millions all over the planet for centuries; and industrialization bringing us most of the comforts and ills of today. It is complicated indeed.