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Back from Stefan and Lonnie’s with new things to ponder about this draft of Missing. \u00a0After their house, I went to the Tea Shop and picked up some white jasmine and some white tea grown on Oahu. \u00a0The owner of the tea shop told me an interesting video clip he’d seen on Youtube about a native Hawaiian who catches wild pigs (a major environmental problem in Hawai’i left over from the days of supplying whaling ships) and castrates them.<\/p>\n
The Tea Shop said the Hawaiian in the video was, “The slowest knot tier I’d ever seen. \u00a0He finally got the knot done, finished the job and the pig woke up. \u00a0He stood on the wire cage and released the boar. \u00a0That pig really wanted to get him.” \u00a0I imagine so.<\/p>\n
After the Tea Shop, I drove on Hennepin to Kramarczuk<\/a>‘s where I picked up a pound of kielbasa links and a pound of Moroccan lamb links. \u00a0By this point I was pretty hungry so I went into the restaurant and ordered an Italian sausage sandwich with sauerkraut. \u00a0Hmmm. \u00a0sausage sandwich sauerkraut. \u00a0A little Germanic-flavored alliteration . \u00a0The Italian sausage was lacklustre, but hunger made it good.<\/p>\n Lonnie and Stefan live in Edina on Minnehaha Creek, the Tea Shop is on Lyndale not far from where the French Bakery used to be and Kramarczuk’s is just into Northeast over the Hennepin bridge east of downtown. \u00a0The Spectacle Shoppe, my last stop was further to the east and north on Silver Lake Road in New Brighton.<\/p>\n Reading glasses. \u00a0Because my primary correction is for far vision, I’ve never bought prescription reading glasses before but my ophthalmologist thought they would help me. I found a nice tortoise shell pair, round.<\/p>\n At that the point the circle I had been making started to close on its final quarter, the trip home. \u00a0This trip used map memories going all the way back to my days in seminary. \u00a0I took Stinson Boulevard into New Brighton, then Silver Lake north. \u00a0A church that used to be part of my responsibility in Northeast now has a green crescent moon and star in place of the cross. \u00a0Urbanization and globalization coming together on Broadway.<\/p>\n Now I’m home.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Samhain \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Thanksgiving Moon Back from Stefan and Lonnie’s with new things to ponder about this draft of Missing. \u00a0After their house, I went to the Tea Shop … Continue reading Grand Round<\/span>