Hehe. From greyhound museum in Hibbing. Appropriate for situation in DC? (Taken with instagram)
(Braindump)
After visiting Hibbing, MN, which is not only hometown to Bob Dylan - check out Zimmy’s bar for Dylan stuff - but also the origin of the Greyhound busses, both the company and histories first actual bus (ie “let’s make a car longer so it can transport more people”), and holds the biggest open pit mine in the world: 1.5 x 3.5 miles, a man-made grand canyon, we set off to discover Duluth. Walking through that port town I was strongly reminded of Seattle, both in terms of layout, as well as the grundy post-industrial punk feeling that comes with those brickstone cities that have passed their prime. There we ran into an older musician and social worker - he claimed to have been a classmate of Dylan’s in Hibbing - who showed us around and gave us the history of the place.
After some coffee in a Swedish cafe (lots of Scandinavian immigrants up here) we then set off to find a random barn in the middle of nowhere where the annual Free Range Film Festival took place, and which became a highlight of the trip: a barn, the way you expect it to be, between the endless flat fields of the Minnesota farms, had been converted to host the festival on three screens. While watching a variety of short films and munching on fresh made popcorn, a storm broke lose outside and the rain banged on the roof of the barn. After the rain had passed we went outside to see one of the most beautiful sights. The barn, partially lit from the Christmas light decoration, the sky an amazing combination of orange and pinks, impressive storm clouds that had just passed moving South and illuminating the horizon with the occasional lightning. Unforgettable. And the films were quite good too…
