All people, at some point in their lives, reflect on moments and images flashing through their minds. The older we get, the deeper the wellspring of experience becomes. We share those experiences with loved ones and friends from time to time, and perhaps, we even write about them. Triggered by chords that my co-writer, Regnar Egekvist, was playing one afternoon, I closed my eyes and allowed images to be conjured up. It's much like seeing a movie for me. Then, I write what I see. I found words to describe the vision before me, 'Like a vision stood before me, a beacon in the night!' Like so many when they are young, 'Sweet Loretta, she threw caution to the winds...' Most men can remember, 'talking with the boys, and breaking all the rules...' And, at some point, we all try to hold onto, 'the place from which we came.' Our memories are part of us. They’re whispering to us, in those 'Minnesota Winds.'