I have a friend named Ilsa.
Ilsa’s family owns an organic beef farm in Wisconsin.
Every year, they host a barn dance. People in their lovely small town come together, cook delicious food, drink pint upon pint of locally-brewed beer, and dance the starry night away.
Did I mention they donate all the money to charity?
Because the Peterson family is that dang cool.
I wish I had more pictures of the dancing.
But I was too busy well…dancing.
And trying to make friends with flowered-hat Hazel.
Ilsa’s family is cool, but apparently, according to Hazel, me?
Not so much.