I met Ken dancing. He was staying in the Twin Cities to do a pottery show. I asked if he wanted to meet for dinner. He said yes, when he came in for the second load of shelves and unsold pottery after the show. I called him in Turtle Lake to arrange that. This impressed Ken. In those days each long distance call cost money, and no one had called him in Turtle Lake; he …
People often ask how we met. The short answer is folk dancing. But today, on Valentines Day, it seems right to tell the whole story. It starts with Ken. He and a former flame decided to travel together between Christmas and New Year’s when flight rates were low. Ken wanted to go to Banff, Canada, but Margo insisted on a warm, sunny place: Mexico. Ken’s priorities were crafts and ruins – history. They did research …
