Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Transcendental Turkey

The turkey_glow

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Tired. A vanity post from 1972

Tune Up Time Forty one years ago. I packed all my half-clean gear into the tan vinyl panniers on my Peugot bicycle. I slid my feet into my "rat traps" and navigated down the cobblestone streets of Amsterdam. Heading west then south. I had been on the road biking for 3 months and a few weeks. I was 19 and thought I was seasoned bicycler. Perhaps. I knew one thing, it was getting cold and I was heading south. Holland is practically hill free so riding over 100 miles in a day seemed pretty easy.... more.. I sailed along with considerable ease. ..If I didn’t have a tail wind, it sure seemed like it. I was covering long tree lined streches in a few hours. Holland, even then, was a web of bicycle trails used mostly for short distance commuting. I stopped for lunch in an underpass culvert, where I perused an abandoned black and white soft core porn magazine. I ate my usual french bread and cheese accompanied with the cheapest drink available: Coca Cola from a litre bottle that would later function as my canteen. These were the waning days of my European trip. I had learned quite a bit.... While riding across the Neatherlands, Belgium and Luxembourg, I was stopped by the police 3 times and checked for illegal substances, or what ever caught their fancy. I was drug free, yet I had heard of unkowing “mules’. My shoulder length hair and basic disheveled appearance made me suspect. Rightfully so I guess. After producing my Passport I was subject to a basic searches, and then let go. I learned that this was not the place for comedy. Serious business. The Münich Games with the attacks had put all European police and agencies on the lookout. My American Passport was my greatest asset.

Monday, November 25, 2013

Sunday evening looking out from the east. Excelsior Bay

A  lone tree, Excelsior Bay ≈ Excelsior Bay from the east

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Piano Forté

The holiday season approaches. I play a few old mandatory holiday tunes on the piano. I think: Is it me, or is this spinet - a little out of it? It is me, a little rough around the edges. I play by ear and my hearing is like the old gray mare. Later: I see the piano tuner’s car in the grocery store parking lot. An Omen. Laursen piano mobile

November Moon

morning moon

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Last glimpse of the sun

The last light flutter through

Monday, November 11, 2013

At the 318 in Excelsior

Lunch @ 318

I stopped in to the 318 on Saturday afternoon. I admit I took this photo at a different date, but it is representative. Our server was cute and stylish. Hip. Can't say the same for me. I asked about the construction that surrounded the little mall that housed the 318. - Of course the new Library is going up, pressed against the Lake Minnetonka trail. Another building will house a Snap Fitness Center and Real Estate office. Behind that some housing units were being framed in. Anyways... there is growth and change.
 I sat back and drank coffee.

Monday, November 04, 2013

Last October at Thorpe Park

Thorpe, leaves still haven't left.