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 always had to make the calls. I was used to long distance calls as my family and friends are spread all over the country.
After meeting at a restaurant, sitting and ordering, Ken announced, ” I have forty acres. I have a wood kiln. I have draft horses. I have a garden. And I am not moving.” I later learned this came from dating women who expected Ken to relocate to a suburb, create a cute hobby farm and stay at home while they commuted to a job in the Twin Cities. At the time I paused, looked at Ken, and replied, ” I have a house I like in St Paul, but I recently broke up with a man from Vancouver. Turtle Lake is not that far. Now let’s enjoy dinner.”
