the notes for my DUFF report and get you all interested in my exciting adventures at the same time as I'll take up with what happened in Minneapolis so far. To begin with we were met at the airport by Fred Haakeli, this was a relief as we'd heard about the ringing receptions that Minneapolis is renowned fox. Thank Ghod I said and then we walked past this little construction on the concourse and there were six or seven Minneapolis fans there and one had a funny little three stringed instrument and they sang a strange version of "Waltzing Matilda". We were a bit flattered and a bit bemused by the strange antics. Then everybody but Fred and another went off and we lept into Fred’s little (by US standards) car and got driven to where Fred lives. It's supposed to be in a run down part of the city but I don't quite believe it. We expressed interest in food and having a look at the city so Fred served as native guide and took us for a walk to downtown Minneapolis where we investigated the form of food known as Subs and walked about the skyway system which must be s marvelous invention in winter when, so everybody keeps telling us, it knows a lot. We also investigated a bank where we got our travelers cheques turned into spendable money, a bit of the library and a bit of the museum and also pottered around the streets and shops a bit more. There were a few visitors that night but we didn't last too long. On Saturday we went with Fred and Ruth Odren to a Minn-Stf meeting which wasn't too exciting since most of the people there seemed to be involved in playing Dungeon which is okay if you're really interested in that soft of thing and you get there at the beginning of the game. So we hung about for a while until it was highly obvious that there was no point in staying any longer. So we drove back to the area and picked up Jerry Stearns who had earlier said that he'd come with us if we were going to be going to a Burger King. So we got there and instead ended up going over the road to a place called Embers where they sell hamburgers and very nice strawberry pie. Valroa is one of those people who has eyes bigger than her stomach so that she was bloated by the time she got through the mass of delicacy which we are a bit unused to in our native land. In the end we ended up back at Fred's apartment again and there was a sort of party which kept us entertained until all hours of the morning and also ended up arranging a Jim Young all-walking all-talking two hour tour of the immediate area of Minneapolis. The next day began very instructively with Pro football on the tv with Fred giving a running commentary on the points which would-be obvious to one who had known the sport for a long time but would not be as obvious to people looking at it for the first time. Sometime during the middle of the game Ken Fletcher, Don Blyly and Jim Young arrived and so after the game had finished and we had collected ourselves we set off. For some reason or another we ended up at a Dairy Queen establishment where Valma and I (not knowing better) ordered the largest serves of whatever we wanted and got well overfed. The next place we called on was a pretty little park with ducks swimming in it and from there we walked up and down hills looking at houses and scenery (not to mention calling in at the Guthrie Centre). There was after that another lake which had something to do with Owls but all I saw were ducks, sand gnats and frisbee players. Then we came across a slightly odd house which was said to be the first house that Frank Lloyd Wright ever designed and after we walked a bit further it was time to eat so we stopped at a place called the Rainbow Restaurant which was quite strange and about as middle class as they come though the roses in their solitary vases were quite genuine. We emerged and the sun had gone down and we began walking in the general direction of Freds' place. We were walking over a bridge which turned out to be a railway bridge and quite by accident a train appeared so we stopped to look. There were three locomotives which I thought was a bit excessive until I counted up to 126 wagons which is what they had attached on behind. I reckon it was one way to learn about the vastness of US commerce. We kept on walking and made a side visit in at the abode of Tom Foster where we chatted a bit and looked at an absolutely ridiculous tv show called "Police Surgeon". Finally we woke Jim Young and headed home but no sooner had we walked in 64