Sorry, today was a blogging bust for me. I was in Duluth most of the day visiting my grandma in the hospital. She’s doing much better; recovering well from a near-fatal aortic aneurysm two weeks ago. She pulled out her own feeding tube two days ago and threatened to do the same with her chest tubes today if the nurses didn’t do it for her. I hope I’m that feisty after a near-death experience.
Anyway, some observations about the Zenith City. It used to be that I would go all “country mouse” when I got to the Twin Cities (swearing, craning my head at all the shiny, horseless carriages scurrying about), but remain largely functional driving in Duluth or similarly sized medium cities. Now I’ve been living not just on “da’ Range,” but in the deep woods north of the Range for a couple years. My city driving skills have regressed so far that even Duluth, with its fairly understandable highway system, is a challenge. By 2015, scientists project that I will only go to major cities to lobby on behalf of legalized moonshine operations.
“I drinks it. Everyones should drinks it!”
What you say is very true. Living in Los Angeles these last few years has made my middle finger much stronger. I’m adapting.
I will stand near you during those moonshine lobbying efforts, shouting “Hear hear!” after everything you say.