| My name is Dennis L. Siluk, and I was born in St. Paul, | | | | Mighty Mississippi, so it is called; where I wish not to |
| Minnesota, where my father never found the time to | | | | be buried, since I had run off to a world of |
| spend time with anyone I know of. I learned kindness | | | | adventure, a life-time ago, beyond the clouds of St. |
| from my mother, not sure where she got it from. I | | | | Paul, the clean and empty cart that holds the roots, |
| shall return only in memory to dead St. Paul, by the | | | | and the scavengers of the Mississippi--so delicately. |