i35 Ends HereSo I came back to Duluth on Monday, leaving behind a job offer, family, friends, dog and storage pod strewn about various parts of Minneapolis. Do you ever have that strange feeling that you just aren't supposed to do something? I guess those things just didn't fit. It's kind of weird, I suppose, being the spoiled, self-centered beast that I am, that I didn't take the first train out of Duluth as I've been want to do all winter.
I was pretty sure I would haul ass out of here as soon as possible. I was wrong.
I spent the weekend at my brother's in St. Paul, cleaning up after his 16 month old and watching videos with his 7 year old (she climbs into my lap, panting after a great song and dance, and declares "By the way, I love you.")
Now I must adventure, Duluth style. I have a job interview this afternoon so, hopefully, I can have well-funded adventures. Today I'm roaming the Duluth public library (free) -- which at first I thought was hideously small but in reality has a great selection of some out-of-print books, maps, programming texts and the occasional staff member smile (though this has been most infrequent). Yesterday I wondered out to Pike Lake to visit a friend -- ALL THE WAY OUT there past the shopping disasters and big boxes.Are there truly 10,000 lakes in MN? Is Gunflint trail as cool as it sounds? What's with the methamphetamine issues in this town? Why are East H.S. students called CAKE EATERS? (I think I can guess this one but it's still odd.) What are the boundary waters? Boundary to Canada?
Where can I go learn how to shoot a gun? All this hunting out here makes me nervous -- If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, right?
What's with the potholes?