yes, I don’t like Mondays.
Specifically, Mondays where it takes me over Two and a Half hours to drive home from work.
IT’S SNOW PEOPLE! THIS IS MINNESOTA! DEAL WITH IT!!!!!!!!
There, I feel much better now.
After one and a half hours, I had managed to get from Bloomington, to downtown Minneapolis, where I exited the freeway, and took to the city streets.
It was gridlock heading west or north. Eventually I decided it was better to drive in the opposite direction, than to sit parked behind a bus pointing in the right direction.
So I decided to try the Zen approach to getting home. I took whatever paths the traffic offered me, and just went with the flow. Yan instead of Yin, non-being instead of being, wax-off instead of wax-on. And you know what? It worked.
Within 15 minutes I had found my way onto West River Road, where I drove under the bridges that led where I needed to go, and instead I followed the river North into the industrial wasteland of near North Minneapolis. There I was able to find my way across the river on the Broadway Avenue Bridge.
Not since Washington crossed the Delaware has a river crossing been so pivotal.
Once the last natural barrier between me and home had been removed it was just a matter of time to pick my way through NorthEast Minneapolis to my home.
Have I told you that I love NorthEast? Yeah, I guess I have…
This place reminds me so much of the old ethnic neighborhoods in Buffalo. Little Mom & Pop bars on every corner, humble old houses standing shoulder to shoulder, like workmen walking through the factory gate.
As I have mentioned before, this is my vision of heaven.
These places looked so warm and inviting, I was tempted to pull over and take a break from driving.
But I had promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.