Graduation…A Rite of Passage
Owatonna is its own weird wacky world. I am convinced that there is some Midwestern small town secret order of society that requires a password. Or at least a graduation party. In June, for basically a month, the world stops spinning and we all congregate in garages and back yards to celebrate our graduates. I have never seen anything like it. If you talk to anyone who is from outside Owatonna, they will agree with you. No one does…