Over Labor Day weekend, I went up to Minneapolis to visit my brother and brother-in-law. On the trip back, I made a stop I've been meaning to make for some time at Stockman House. Sadly, I didn't really want to take the time to go on the tour - to go inside, you have to sign up for a tour and tours last typically ONE HOUR - so instead we stalked around outside and hit the road again.
When we were in the parking lot, we saw a vanity plate that read, FLW FAN. I asked my traveling companion what the heck it meant, and she immediately knew - Frank Lloyd Wright Fan. Lord, do I love a good vanity plate.