If you're passing through northwest Iowa Sunday and have a few hours to spare, you can swing by Rembrandt for a largish gun auction.
I won't be there because I consider the auctioneer a jerk. Besides, there's nothing on the bill that interests me. I note the event simply for the record.
The burg is, in fact, full of Dutch people, but it's not named for the painter. That honor belongs to the two Rembrandt brothers, early settlers who perfected the art of creating copper wire while fighting over a penny.
It's also quite a righteous place where preachers still rail against their lascivious countryman.
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That would be an excellent way to spend the day. Hope all the nasty weather has missed you, and continues to do so.
Nothing at all violent here, just a continuation of the dreary. Libby likes it. She gets more ear-scratching in gloomy weather.
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