Summer Waning Grandchildren Moon
Thank god, I’m done with the spotlight. Please never again. Interrupting people on their journey through the museum, a private journey done under their guidance, is intrusive, invasive.
I had two folks on the Anishinabe to Zapotec Tour, Carl and Carol. When I said, I’ll bet you’ve got jokes on that over the years, Carl said, nope. We haven’t been together that long. We wandered in the galleries looking at the kachina, the house screen, the Bella Coola frontlet, the transformation mask, the Nayarit house and the Valdivian owl. I told them the story of turtle, loon, beaver and muskrat, the pointed out the turtle sign on the Lakota fancy dress. It was a good tour, engaged and interested.
Spoke with Margaret afterward. She got me up to date on Sierra Club work and sent me a quick note with a timeline for the legcom process. I’m also to call CURA and Macalester seeking interns.
Finally got over to Big Brain comics and picked three issues of the Good Minnesotan, a comic done by an MIA guard and her husband. The guy behind the counter shaved his beard and looks like a slightly pudgy groucho marx. A lot like a slightly pudgy groucho marx.