FROM A COUPLE NIGHTS BACK…TYPED ON THE TRUSTY iBook IN A CRAMPED SEAT, A COUPLE MINUTES AFTER TAKING OFF BACK TO PORTLAND FROM MINNEAPOLIS…

Flying over Minneapolis earlier this evening took the cake. Hands down, the most beautiful pass I’ve ever made by plane over the city. The sun was just a good 20 minutes away from setting so the big buildings had their nightlights on…lit up, golden orange, a warm city that still mesmerizes me.

There was the mighty Mississippi…twisting and turning, rising and falling, weaving through industrial might and urban sprawl. There was Hennepin Avenue and Central Avenue, and my first apartment. There was Washington Ave and it’s amazing warehouses. There was MCAD and hell, a couple blocks down was Ryno’s pad.

I found myself giving it a, “Well, fuck it. I’ll just go AWOL from the airport and go find a new life here. Hole up at Ryno’s for a couple days, pound the pavement in search of a new gig, secure some employment and then cruise back to get my goods in Portland.

The city was beautiful tonight. Rows ands rows of houses, green foliage, dead grass, concrete, streetlights. I have so many good memories of the place. Really liked it there.

I’m like a broken record: I’ll get back at some point. It’s just that, my current situation in Portland is quite possibly the finest tangle I’ve ever got myself into. A good gal, good work, good friends, good weather and a good flat to call home. Things are good out there, and I have a hard time lookin’ beyond it.

Man, Minneapolis looked so good, shimmering in the late summer evening’s heat.