Minneapolis
I just spent an hour in Minneapolis -- I have visited the city twice that I can remember in the past decade and never left the airport. Yet it is strange how so many things are instantly familiar; all these details that slip into your psyche when you grow up somewhere. You don't even notice them until you go away and come back with stranger's eyes. The shape of the trees, the flatness of the land, the way the streets are laid out, even the spacing of the street lamps -- they leave round pools of light with patches of dark in between, like a dotted line instead of the solid one on the East Coast. These all seem so familiar but I hadn't even noticed they had a distinct character until now. And all that without leaving the airport.
On a much more mundane note: Northwest Airlines now charges $1 for a little bag of trailmix. No more cookies, crackers, or peanuts of any kind. A shame but it's hard to whine when I was just talking to a nice flight attendant and she said how one of the other women working this flight bought a house 2 months ago in Minneapolis but got laid-off this week because of the bankruptcy.
2 Comments:
At 1:52 PM, JABS said…
How nice to read your thoughts and comments on the revisiting experience that we all go through at times. It is often hard to express and sort out--all of the assorted things that make each place unique.
And, yes, we all miss those treats. But it doesn't really stack up to much along side of what the stewardesses, pilots and mechanics are going through. It is pretty ugly. I always think of much of these peoblems beginning with Reagan.
On another more mundane note. Dad and I had the unpleasant experience of remembering what rotting grey clay smells like when dug up out of the earth. We planted ferns in our front yard this weekend. That brough back some unpleasant memories from Excelsior. What repulsive stuff that is. Our yard, however, really looks good.
At 5:00 PM, JABS said…
How nice to read your thoughts and comments on the revisiting experience that we all go through at times. It is often hard to express and sort out--all of the assorted things that make each place unique.
And, yes, we all miss those treats. But it doesn't really stack up to much along side of what the stewardesses, pilots and mechanics are going through. It is pretty ugly. I always think of much of these peoblems beginning with Reagan.
On another more mundane note. Dad and I had the unpleasant experience of remembering what rotting grey clay smells like when dug up out of the earth. We planted ferns in our front yard this weekend. That brough back some unpleasant memories from Excelsior. What repulsive stuff that is. Our yard, however, really looks good.
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