Where I’m Calling From

Here for a long weekend. Celebration of Life for a friend’s mom who passed a few weeks ago. Tonight an early celebration of same friend’s 50th birthday coming in a week or so. We’re north. Some ten to fifteen degrees cooler than at home. ‘Course, when it hits 90 degrees, does it really matter? We’re staying in the pyramid-topped skyscraper just right of center, dwarfed by the buildings around it. Once the tallest building in the midwest. Now the W hotel.

10 thoughts on “Where I’m Calling From

  1. Rick Neece Post author

    Maybe it was only the tallest building in this state instead of the Midwest?

  2. Sheila Ryan

    I was fixing to challenge that assertion until I recalled that Chicago lies east of the Mississippi.

  3. Rick Neece

    Be-ins the river runs smack-dab through downtown Minneapolis, the Foshay is only a half-mile West of the Mississippi, give or take a couple inches.

  4. Sheila Ryan

    It is an ill-proportioned river, generally, although at Dubuque its width remains just barely acceptable. Once you get down to the confluence with the Missouri, the thing is grotesque. It violates the aesthetic criteria to which I hold rivers. It is not the only violator.

    And sure, there is the romance of the Mississippi — Huck and Jim on the raft, paddlewheels, and all that, but there’s also “being sold down the river” and toting bales of cotton down on the levee.

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