No more clammy bathroom. No more wet follow up showers.
Remember the days when you had just a desk, a paper tablet with a pencil—or a pen and some stationery—and a stationary phone, and the only electronic device was your typewriter? I certainly do. And I’ve come to realize that true friendship must be cultivated in real time, not on the Internet or Facebook, but with letters, cards, phone calls, and actual visits. Social media is merely a support system.
Against the spare beauty of Grand Marais harbor in northern Minnesota nestles a cluster of brilliantly colored buildings. The historic timber-frame structures hum with activity—boat building or woodcarving, basket weaving or fiber arts. In the central courtyard, noise rings out from a blacksmith’s shop, while an outdoor masonry oven scents the air with the yield of an artisanal bread-baking class. This is the North House Folk School.