We drove to McLeod to eat at the Silver Prairie Saloon. They had baby-back ribs for a special and I chose a larger portion than I needed. I talked Mary into getting into a saddle-stool and snapped a picture. When we left Fargo to do down to McLeod, she stated, "You're not getting me into one of those saddles." Here's the result.
Friday, October 29, 2021
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