This is the boyhood home of Thorstein Veblen--it was built by his father using the hand tools he could haul to the middle of a continent in a wagon.
It is now owned by a charming couple. He is a retired oil refinery manager who has dark visions for the future because he acually understands the sheer volume of oil we consume every day. She is a good earth mother who can weave and grows a huge garden. They are not Veblen scholars but they live in significant ways and share similar philosophies as the Veblen family in the late 19th century. "Remember the I35W bridge--who needs terrorists when there are Republicans"
I was just jerking your chain.
