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Editor’s Notes

ave you ever had one of those moments where time stood still, and the
world around you made sense? One of those moments where — just for a
split second — the dots are connected?
I spend most of my life wondering why things are the way they are,
Hor wondering what’s the point of this or what’s the point of that… but
earlier in May I had a moment of refl ection that stopped me dead in my tracks,
and quieted that restless spirit.
I was at the Mille Lacs County Fairgrounds in Princeton, MN, for
the Princeton Swap & Show held by my dad — which is covered later
in this magazine. Weather permitting, it’s a fantastic show with lots of
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@EditorStevo it. This show is particularly enjoyable for me because it’s the only time all
year that I have my wife and kids with me. (We spend the night before
the show with a couple other RRM families and it’s something our kids
look forward to.)
Anyway, events have become like a second job to me. After six years of non-
stop spring-to-fall events, I’ve become absolutely burned out on car shows. So,
this spring kick-off event with my family is one of the few I really look forward to
from a spectator standpoint.
from a spectator standpoint.
The morning arrived and cars
and people began piling in, the
and people began piling in, the
weather was good, swap meet
weather was good, swap meet
was full — I knew it was going
was full — I knew it was going
to be a successful event right
to be a successful event right
away. Although it’s not “my”
away. Although it’s not “my”
show, I still feed off its success.
show, I still feed off its success.
A bad show brings me down. A
A bad show brings me down. A
good show fi res me up. Human
good show fi res me up. Human
stuff, I guess.
stuff, I guess.
As the place fi lled up, smells
and sounds wafted through
and sounds wafted through
the air, and there were people
the air, and there were people
everywhere. I wandered my
everywhere. I wandered my
way onto the large concrete
way onto the large concrete
landing that stretches out
landing that stretches out
before the stage and band-
before the stage and band-
shell. I stood there for a
shell. I stood there for a
second, my back to the stage,
second, my back to the stage,
APRIL 2010: The very fi rst time I held a copy of RRM. just observing the show in a
just observing the show in a
moment of quiet refl ection.
moment of quiet refl ection.
It was strange — this sense of peace that came over me. I looked at our
booth, and at the line of cars beside it. I watched people locked in conversation.
I watched dads pulling kids around in modifi ed wagons, families strolling around
the cars … my own wife and kids hanging out by one of the food vendors.

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