Lost in conversation
Argus Managing Editor
My six-year-old daughter boldy announced while driving in the car with me one day, “Mom, you need a GPS.”
It’s true. I was born with absolutely no sense of direction. In that light, I thank you, Caledonia, for patiently waiting behind my blue Vibe at intersections while I sit for way too many seconds trying to decide if I should turn left or right. I thank your founding forefathers for building a water tower that I can easily pinpoint and use as my compass, of sorts.
My license plate has become my scarlet letter and announces to the world: out-of-towner here.
But, as the managing editor of The Caledonia Argus, I hope to quickly lose that title.
I come to your community with a good deal of newspaper background and a black labrador retriever, Asia. I bring with me the aforementioned lady of youth and my husband.
We are so excited to be here and have enjoyed friendly welcomes all over town. We must stand out in some capacity because people ask – in a kind manner, of course – what we’re doing in Caledonia.
Our neighbors have invited us into their homes, and I got to learn all about and see the wood carvings of George Moe thanks to a lovely tour by his wife, Mavis.
Here’s where it gets good: While getting the nickel tour from Mavis she shared some photos of her son and his dogs. On my very first day at The Argus, after having lunch with my boss Larry Werner, I noticed a familar face walking down the street with his canine friends.
After exchanging the normal “hellos,” I said, “This may seem weird, but are you George and Mavis Moe’s son?”
He laughed and said I must be their new neighbor he’s heard about.
That’s the kind of thing that makes Caledonia special and just where my family needs to be.
But wait, there’s more. I kind of lost track of time while visiting with Mavis and sent my husband into a tizzy over my location. He’s very familiar with my lack of directional sense and thought that after two hours without my purse or cell phone, I must have gotten lost. He actually sent my father-in-law, who was visiting from La Crosse, out looking for me.
The only kind of lost I hope to get into is lost in conversation, but if you see me at an intersection feel free to ask if I need help because I probably do.