Winter Solstice Full Moon of the Winter Solstice
Matt’s juicy lucy’s are a gourmet treat to this Indiana boy. There’s just something about hamburgers, a, and hamburgers with cheese, b, that makes me happy.
Justin Fay, the Sierra Club’s new lobbyist, and I met there to discuss the upcoming session of the Minnesota Legislature and how we might work our issues in this new political world. Justin’s a pro and we share a similar pragmatic outlook toward politics and government, be mostly right and win, rather than 100% right and lose. That means he’s a good pick for a lobbyist.
Lots of new twists to the political work this session, not the least among them, a friendly governor. We don’t know how to work yet in a friendly governor, less friendly legislature setting, but we’ll learn.
While I waited for Justin, I looked at the bar and tried to figure out what made them popular places. Yes, alcohol, I know, but beyond that. Matt’s has a lowered, dark ceiling, dim lighting and food. Women serve men. Entertainment–TV and jukebox–are the primary non-food/booze elements. It looks like a cave. You come in, blinking from the bright snow and the darkness and warmth creates a sort of instant intimacy, a feeling of safety and camaraderie.
Mark Odegard’s introduction to his man-cave in his new place and Paul Strickland’s in his made me aware of the similarities between what many men value in decor and the inside of bars. Pretty close.