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I've been awed by the reports and video of the bridge collapse in Minneapolis.I checked in on my cousin, Linda. She sid she they live right next to the freeway and the bridge is about 15 minutes away. She was planning to go to The Mall Monday, but her doc put her on bed rest so she didn't go. Pretty scary.
The last time I was in MN, she didn't live there yet. It's a major airline hub for NW. The flight out to ND was cancelled, so I spent the day at the Mall of America. They have a terrific aquarium, great stores. Unfortunately I bought tall shoes for weary feet and broke my leg a day later. Inner ear probs, exhaustion, and heels don't go together.
My favorite time in Minneapolis was as a teen. Allen and I zoomed to Minneapolis in his Grand Prix at a high rate of speed to see Peter Frampton. I'm not sure if there was a speed limit at the time. 80 seemed to be a crawl. He got angry with me for standing on my chair to clap and cheer at the concert, thinking I liked Peter more than him. We went to the Haberdashery for the best fried Zucchini and peanuts to shell and toss on the floor. I had a fine collection of silver jewelry that was all stolen from my room at the hotel, though. Being a kid, I didn't do anything about it. One bracelet was one of a kind from my dad. It was a real shame to lose it.
It's funny how a person remembers things. I remember places and sites I've seen very clearly. We also went to a pottery show in ND, and I can remember the specific look of the pottery and everything about the house the art show was in. Memory is so much more than a photo. It's the feel of the surfaces of things, motion, or the taste of perfection in a recipe (for me it involves the addition of parmesan.)
When I was young, I pretty much hung out with my brother's friends when I could, since the girls in town were sort of hostile to me. The bunch in later years included Allen, Rod, Stewart, Steve, Wayne and us. I've so many absolutely terrific memories from youth. Often there were elements that could not be done now, and things turned out bad, but it was all still a lot of fun overall. Rod's in Minneapolis, and I'm wondering about his whereabouts. I figured he'd answer an email, because it must be pretty harrowing for folks there. Then I figured he was irritated with me because I didn't go to the reunion earlier this month. He'd emailed me, but I got riled at work and just didn't make any decisions for a while. So I emailed my brother and wife to see if he's called, and they haven't heard from him either. :-0
Hope he's okay. I'm sure he's fine. He's my Elvis. From the time I was a little kid, I noticed he sounded like Elvis, and he looked like him too...sort of. Of course I never told him that.
Maybe I'll go bug my cousin, and find a really cool pair of shades for Elvis.
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