Wonderful city, Minneapolis, city of lakes, with unending beauty for walking and talking with friends. Time for renewed acquaintances from times past. I am referring to political times past, when caring about anything meant joining a cause, nothing wrong with that, maybe everything right. My causes when I was younger, more specifically was getting my brother back from Viet Nam, which I could personally do nothing about, except talk to my mom and listen to the news of skirmishes on the Da Nang peninsula, knowing that was where he was, in some airplane hanger somewhere pulling planes out, refitting them, getting them ready for the next excursion. Only able to patrol, never allowed to defend himself because of the chain of command. He could only contemplate, wait, and follow orders. I worried about him. My mom sent him everything she could, all kinds of mom stuff hoping it would get to him, hoping by sending it, it meant he was there to receive it. I saw her worry, and fear, and her fear was frightening enough to take care of all of us.
So, the friend I visited is ill, he asked for me and I decided to show up, he doesn't remember when he saw me last and that bothers him, he has erased all of his memory for the last 30 years, so as far as he is concerned, he hasn't seen me since then. But I remember, his mom, his sister, his nephew, his brother and his sister in law. I know his friends, and have known them for decades.
I asked when he retired and that was kind of a clear memory for him. Once the Co-Op closed his job ended, it was that quick, no planning for him, just there. I've read an interview from a few years ago, where they discussed his take on the Co-Op movement, I read one article he wrote for VFP and that was over a year ago.
I helped a friend stake her tomatoes and was loving every minute of that, especially the smell of the branches on my hands, a good smell.
She is a BFF and that will never change.
Loving Minneapolis.
So, the friend I visited is ill, he asked for me and I decided to show up, he doesn't remember when he saw me last and that bothers him, he has erased all of his memory for the last 30 years, so as far as he is concerned, he hasn't seen me since then. But I remember, his mom, his sister, his nephew, his brother and his sister in law. I know his friends, and have known them for decades.
I asked when he retired and that was kind of a clear memory for him. Once the Co-Op closed his job ended, it was that quick, no planning for him, just there. I've read an interview from a few years ago, where they discussed his take on the Co-Op movement, I read one article he wrote for VFP and that was over a year ago.
I helped a friend stake her tomatoes and was loving every minute of that, especially the smell of the branches on my hands, a good smell.
She is a BFF and that will never change.
Loving Minneapolis.
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