Inside the book cover written in pencil in my best 12-year-old penmanship: Linda Lampsa, Rte. 1, Box 91, Gilbert, Minnesota. Our family had gone on a car trip, in our ’50s green Chevrolet, all the way to Deer River to visit an old friend. And my parents had bought me my very own autograph book at a shop in nearby Grand Rapids. That was 55 years back in time, but the memory is clear still, coming back to me upon finding the treasure among my souvenirs. How well I remember asking friends and relatives if they would sign my book. It went with me every day on the ...