Our first stop was the St. Olaf bookstore, where Karl got a new St. Olaf football jersey and a Viking helmet. Then we had lunch in the caf (which was ranked the best in the nation by a Newsweek/Daily Beast poll; too bad it was built after we graduated…). Karl got lots of "ahhh, isn't he just the cutest?" looks from all the college kids.
Then we toured the campus. Anyone who's been there knows it's the most beautiful place on earth. Karl was only interested in chasing squirrels, however, and didn't care which buildings we lived in or we went to class, blah, blah, blah. He was a good sport about posing for pictures though.
Old Main
Running up and down hills in front of Holland Hall
Then we went downtown for the Jesse James Days festivities. We watched part of an old-timey baseball game, where people played by 1870s rules. They didn't wear baseball gloves, so the if the ball was caught after one bounce it counted as an out. Pitching was also underhand. And, if you can believe it, it was even more boring than baseball is today.
This is Karl and I while we waited for the James Gang to arrive. It was so hot that the horses sweat, the men perspired, and I was completely glowing.
"Get yer guns, boys, they're trying to rob the bank!" Little did Jesse James know that Northfield had lots of Union Civil War veterans who knew how to take care of nasty bank robbers like them, so the gang left Northfield with one man dead and no money.
By this point in the day, Karl was crabby wreck, so it was time to go home. We needed dinner though, so we took advantage of Laura's absence and ate at a Leeann Chin, which Karl referred to as his equivalent to Laura's IHOP (Subway equals Laura's Perkin's). It cheered him right up!
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