I LOVE MINNEAPOLIS!
I am so proud to be from Minneapolis.
I have lived 50 of last nearly 60 years in SE Como, best neighborhood ever, after having a best-ever childhood in Wahpeton ND.
Then Trump’s Thugs invaded gentle Minneapolis, and the gentle bear rose up.
Bruce Springsteen nails it.
I am going to use Bruce Springsteen singing “The Streets of Minneapolis for my February Poetry Club choice of “reading”. Our theme is “love”. A choice doesn’t get more apt. Now I just need to have Charlie figure out how to get a YouTube video from his laptop to the big screen in the room where the Poetry Club meets.
YOU GO, MINNEAPOLIS!
I can’t march, roll, or ride with my Minneapolis friends (though I am there in vigorous spirit), but I can wear my knitted red hat, buy great bagels from Backyard Bagels, a small business here, who, with family ties there, is supporting small businesses in Minneapolis, and who, every Sunday, has a (nearby) Ballard Street Market stand, propitiously placed, so that it is almost unlikely I will run over the wagging tails of patiently waiting dogs. Free-range kids are another hazard altogether.
With red, knitted protest hat and support bagels in hand, I am one with the aroused bear.
So Charlie and I strolled and rolled, and mostly averted disasters, except for a few sidewalk gullies, bought some bagels, thanked the people in the booth, and went back home to enjoy the whole experience and follow the latest news of the community that is Minneapolis showing the world how it’s done.
And thanks, Vikings! With Sam Darland, Seahawks are World Series champs. CHEERS!