Tivoli Fest, 2009.

I expect I’ll be posting tomorrow, but I’ll just mention here that I’ll be on the road and incommunicado on Friday. Once again it’s time for the Tivoli Fest in Elk Horn, Iowa, and I’m planning to drive down.

Hadn’t actually planned to. Nobody else in my Viking group is able to go this year, which means nobody’s going down from here with a vehicle large enough to carry a tent for me (Mrs. Hermanson, my ancient Chevy Tracker, doesn’t have the capacity). But I had a special invitation from a festival honcho, and felt guilty about it. Then I learned from a friend who lives in the area that he and his wife would be happy to put me up, so it seemed the thing to do. Assuming Mrs. Hermanson makes the trip, an increasingly questionable proposition at her age.

If you’re in the area, stop in. If you don’t find me in the Viking encampment, or in the Danish Windmill Museum gift shop, I’ll probably be sitting in an auto repair shop somewhere in Iowa.