Bob GuelkerHi There! I'm Bob A handful of years ago, my son mentioned to my first ex-wife that I had retired. Curiously she asked, From what? My path through life has been akin to floating down a winding river-around every bend there's a new view, an unknown plce to explore, and people I've never met. Along the way I've been blessed with a multitude of jobs, and I've witnessed such an expansive spectrum of humanity-from the sublime to the not so. My last job before retiring was writing, editing, and producing our small-town weekly newspaper. I grew up just north of the Minneapolis city limits, when the north end of Anoka County was still country (and you could actually make it to Minneapolis in half an hour). There I hunted, swam, canoed, played ball and fished to my boyhood heart's content. I stayed put for a while into adulthood, but upon approaching middle age, I realized the suburban sprawl had crept up and surrounded me. Home had become someplace claustrophobic. I joke that one Friday in 1984, I went up north to the lake and decided never to go back home. (Actually though, it was a planned move for our whole family.) I spent the next eleven years in west-central Minnesota-away from the big city traffic jams and with my beloved outdoors just steps away. But the river of life beckoned. Twenty-one years and two divorces later, I looked around the next bend in the river, and found the quiet, friendly little burg of Nevis. It was smack-dab in the middle of northern Minnesota's beautiful rivers, lakes, forests, and hill country-the kind of place I'd always dreamed about living. I didn't realize it then, but I was finally home. For good. There's no better place on earth to live. And write. Read More Read Less