Nothing really got going at the Pavilion in Detroit Lakes until 10 p.m. back in my late teen years. But my parents always insisted I be home by midnight. The 45-minute drive home left me little time to watch the activities, let alone get involved or in trouble. At least none I ever admitted. ThisContinue reading “D is for Ten in Detroit Lakes, MN”
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