Lou and Spring

Color Coordinated Lou

After a long winter with a color scheme based on white, grey, black, brown, and on a good day blue, the coming of spring is eagerly awaited. Spring brings a full spectrum of color for weary eyes.

Last month, before the world revived, Minnesotans had reached the breaking point. The air may have been cool and the threat of snow real, but by God there was going to be COLOR! We’ll act like spring is here where it is or not.

And there was the little girl Lou. She is like the first crocus, appearing unexpectedly in her brilliant colors. I was enchanted by her matching sunglasses.

Children are the flowers of society’s garden. They thrive when we, all of us, respond to them with love and nurturing. There are no weeds in our collective garden, only flowers that have been deprived of the love and support that they need to grow strong and beautiful. These aren’t new thoughts but they are worth repeating.

 

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Enough, Already!

Winter refuses to surrender to Spring.

Friday morning, April 19th, I awoke from a deep dreamless sleep. It had erased all  thoughts of the dramas of the previous days: Boston Marathon bombing and the fertilizer plant explosion in Texas. I had even forgotten the steady snow that had come down most of Thursday.

That is until I looked out window to see late December staring back at me. The world was encased in in icy concrete. Five inches of very heavy, water rich snow weighed down the power lines. The evergreens in the front yard were bent almost to the grown.

I went to the Patisserie for breakfast and conversation. It was then that I saw the bicycle entombed in the snow.

Today is April 22nd and despite warming temperatures snow continues to cover most of the ground. The forecast is for another couple of inches of slushy snow during the night.

I feel like I’m living in a Willa Cather novel.

Note: I’ve been trying to write about the Boston bombings but have hit a wall: so much to consider, so much to be revealed. I am leery of the emotions that the news outlets are trying to stimulate with their portraits of the dead and wounded. Some things require time and thought.

 

 

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Snow Day

Neighbor, Pete Sieger, clearing his drive way of nine inches of fresh snow.

Yesterday was a snow day. Unlike in some other parts of the country where a snow day means closed schools and businesses, here in Minnesota it translates as a day when we have to shovel before going off on our daily business. At best a few schools might postpone opening an hour to allow buses and parents the time to navigate the snow clogged streets.

March is our second snowiest month. March is also the month for state high school basketball and hockey tournaments. Common wisdom says that we will get a heavy snow sometime during the playoffs. I suspect that because of climate change common wisdom will need to adjust.

Will the snow help mitigate our ongoing drought? Nope. At the beginning of the winter we had a shallow snow pack that did little to insulate the earth from the cold. Now the ground is deeply frozen. When the snow melts, like it is supposed to do all this week, the water will run off into streets, streams, lakes and rivers rather than be absorbed by the land.

We’ve seen a snowy February and a good snow fall at the start of March. If this pattern continues into spring with plentiful rain, then perhaps the drought will break.

If the drought continues, which is possible because droughts seem to have a life cycle of about 8 or 9 years, then 2013 will be a rough year for Minnesota.

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Rincon 38, Tapas with Style

Rincon 38’s, Cordon Bleu trained, Chef Hector Ruiz.

Yesterday evening I had a hankering for tapas, those delicious morsels that can be eaten as appetizers or as a meal. Lucky for me, Rincon 38 had opened its doors for the first time at 4:00 p.m. My buddy Rick and I decided to have dinner there.

I first learned about tapas when Becky and I went to Spain in 2004. In Barcelona, we discovered that tapas bars could come in all types, elegant or neighborhood, large or hole-in-the-wall. We preferred the smaller, more intimate, neighborhood establishments. It’s there that you can get to know the owners and servers (often family) and appreciate the uniqueness of local cuisine.

Rincon 38 does not disappoint!

Even with the new furniture and equipment, Rincon 38 is warm and cozy. Greeted as we came in the door, the staff was attentive without being burdensome. Natalie, our server, was well prepared and able to tell us about the various tapas and entrees.  Throughout the meal she would return to keep our water topped up and see if we needed anything else.

Another reason Rincon 38 felt so familiar was that some of the seasoned staff from Cafe Ena are here. Cafe Ena is a Latin-Fusion restaurant at 46th and Grand that is Erin Ungerman and Hector Ruiz other place.

Erin and Hector have Latin cooking dialed in. They began with El Meson which quickly became a Minneapolis landmark where a diner could get authentic Mexican food. Then in 2007, they launched the critically acclaimed Cafe Ena, named after their daughter. Ena’s is where Hector serves his unique interpretation of Latin and World cuisine. And now Rincon 38 where Hector combines Spanish, French, and Italian traditions into a new eating experience.

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Erin Ungerman with friend and photographer, Alejandra Peña.

Okay, so what did Rick and I dive into?

Calamari – Corn-pimenton crusted calamari served with a saffron aioli & lemons and drizzled with parsley oil.  Prepared perfectly crunchy and without that rubber octopus texture.

Plato Iberico – Cerrano ham, vasque olives, salchichon, spicy chorizo, soria sausage drizzled with lemon oil and 12yr balsamic. Very tasty, reminded me of Barcelona.

Zetas – Roasted crimini mushrooms stuffed with asparagus, blue cheese served over over a saffron-yellow pepper sauce. This was so good that we almost ordered a second. What stopped us was that we were full.

Rincon 38 has a well planned wine cellar that guarantees the right wine for the meal. If you’re a beer drinker like me, they have a modest number of beers but the ones they have are, like the wines, perfectly matched to the cuisine. And, if you are not into wine or beer, Rincon 38 has an inviting list of other beverages, which includes two imported Italian Lemon sodas.

I now have another favorite place to go. I can’t wait for spring so that I can ride my bicycle to Rincon 38, enjoy a feast of tapas, and then ride home, dreaming of Spain.

 

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Of Politics, Possibilities, and Egos

I intended this post to be about the fund raising luncheon for Senator Al Franken that I attended on Sunday. There was to be a photo or two of the Senator speaking and a short summary of what was said. That is what I had planned.

Politics

The luncheon with Senator Franken and his wife Franni was enjoyable and a success.  Cindie and Jim Smart hosted the event in their lovely home.

When I arrived, I was greeted at the door by the Senator. The house was packed with enthusiastic cheerful people, of whom I knew none and recognized a few from television or other political events that I’ve attended. However it was easy to mingle and chat with folks. I was a pleasure to be amongst a group of people who shared similar social values and were actively engaged in the struggle for social justice.

I had brought my camera and, after making certain that it was alright to take pictures, focused on the Senator as he talked with various people. This was a private event, I knew that I would not be able to share the majority of my photos because of privacy issues. Only pictures in which the Senator appeared alone or with Franni would be useable.

Near the end of the event Senator Franken gave some prepared remarks and answered questions. He talked about the need for creating jobs, helping our schools, gun control and the environment.

With his typical humor, the Senator touched on the difficulties of working with a resistive Republican Party. It was then that Senator Franken impressed me the most. While he pointed out a few of the Republican’s nonsensical positions (my words) he emphasized the need for bipartisan action. He reminded us that, for anything to get done, there has to be a certain level of civility and socialization. Legislators need to know each other not just as political adversaries but also as equally concerned public servants attempting to do what is best for the country.

As an example, Senator Franken told us about the relationships that Al and Franni have developed with Republican Senator from Wyoming, Mike Enzi and his wife. Besides their regular dinners together, Franni has made an effort to reach out to other senator’s wives and build bridges. Franni has been so successful that when the Republican legislator’s wives went on a retreat, Franni was asked if she would be coming along to. This warm humor shows that there is still hope that Washington can find its balance once again.

Senator Franken reminded us that the Senators work together constantly in committees and that if anything is to get done, civility is a must. Even while the Senator pointed out fallacies in Republican political and economic policies, he took care not to demonize or ridicule individuals.

Lastly, the Senator talked about the relationship that he and Franni share. They are partners working for a common vision of the future. He said that, “We are a team. I just happen to be the Senator.” Even while he spoke, Franni was busy talking with his staff and occasionally reminding Al to shorten up his answers so that more questions could be asked.

Possibilities

A room full of strangers is rich with potential. You never know with whom you will strike a conversation. The person that stands out, after Al and Franni, is an 86 year old woman, Lois K. Gibson. A lively quick witted lady who had just published her first novel. Its a murder mystery, Chief Among Sinners, that takes place in forested hills and bluffs of southern Minnesota.

I am fascinated by how other writers approach their craft. Lois told me that her characters lead her forward into the story. They would resist here trying to force them to act against their natures.

It took Lois five years to complete her mystery, during which she was diagnosed and successfully treated for non-hodgkins lymphoma. Now she is working on its sequel which she believes will take about a year to finish.

While we talked, I took Lois’s picture as she stood in front of a fireplace mantle, above which hung an early 19th century painting of a young girl. The photo was a keeper!

Lois reminds me of the all the possibilities that await me, provided that I try. Age and illness may slow us down but so long as as we stay engaged in life and pursue our passions life continues to be worth living.

Egos

Once the luncheon was over I rushed home to download the photos from my camera and see exactly what I had. I had previewed my work in my camera’s viewer and knew that I had some good shots.

It was then that I did something I’d never done before. Somehow, in my haste, I erased every image I’d taken. In an instant they were gone and unrecoverable. I sat in front of my computer staring at an empty folder where there should have been 40 images. I couldn’t believe what I’d done. I kept looking at the screen hoping that suddenly, magically, the list of file names would appear. Nada.

I had hoped that my photos would catch the eye of Senator Franken and his staff and perhaps open the door to doing more photos of the Senator. Not to mention my desire to share them in my blog.  But they were gone.

I was embarrassed. I had told Lois and others that I would have photos. What would I do, what would I say?

A strange thing happened. Or rather, strangely, nothing happened.  Several years ago, before Becky’s illness and death, I would have thrown a tantrum, calling myself names and pumping up my blood pressure. It would have ruined my entire day. But now, I accepted what I had done. What should I do?

I decided to write this post. What is done is really done and no amount of excuses or attempted face-saving can make the situation better. When I was a kid my father told me, “Always tell the truth. It is so much easier to remember than a lie.”

Ego is a powerful force. We all need it to push forward in our lives. At the same time, unchecked it can become a bulldozer that wrecks everything in its way, including the ego’s owner.

For someone involved in public service and politics, a strong ego is essential. I can’t imagine the abuse a public official must deal with and still remain committed to service. On the obverse side of the coin, working and socializing with the most influential people in our society must be exciting and disorienting. Senator Franken freely admits that one of Franni’s tasks is to keep him firmly connected to the ground.

Lois, on the other hand, has an ego shaped by 86 years of life. It took a strong ego to begin writing a novel when she was 80 years old, not to mention now working on a sequel. You need a strong ego to stay engaged and keep motoring forward.

As for me? I won’t repeat the mistake that erased all those photos. I’ll approach Senator Franken’s office about taking more pictures. I’ll do the same with Lois. There is no telling what their responses will be.

I can live with that because I know that the world is full of possibilities.

 

 

 

 

 

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Imagination

    Alan is totally absorbed in playing with Spencer the Engine,
    one of the characters of Thomas the Tank Engine TV show.

The Merrian-Webster Dictionary defines Imagination as:

  1. the act or power of forming a mental image of something not present to the senses or never before wholly perceived in reality
  2. a: creative ability
    b: ability to confront and deal with a problem : resourcefulness
    <use your imagination and get us out of here>
    c: the thinking or active mind : interest
    <stories that fired the imagination>
  3. a: a creation of the mind; especially : an idealized or poetic creation
    b: fanciful or empty assumption

Every one of us is imaginative in our own particular and for some, peculiar,  ways. We can’t help it because it is hardwired into to us.

In my previous post, Delight, I wrote about going to Olivia’s third birthday party. I was surrounded by small children doing what small children do when they get together. I noticed that they played side-by-side but not necessarily together. Play is a very fluid situation in which the children most often focus on individual interests and occasionally coalesce into larger groups for a common interaction. Social play requires the sharing of toys and attention which, for young children, doesn’t come easily.

At one time, it was commonly believed that children playing make-believe and daydreaming were lost in a fantasy world. A world that they went to so as to escape reality and as they mature become more reality based. However, today that is not the case.

A Wall Street Journal article, The Power of Magical Thinking, by Shirley Wang explores recent thinking about how children use their imaginations to test reality and too to try to understand things that are not concrete. As they grow older, this ability allows them to comprehend lessons in school, such as history, literature and mathematics.

I believe that children use their imaginations to develop empathy for animals and other people. How often have you heard or said, “How do you think they feel?” Perhaps some of the people who act cruelly never developed empathy because their imaginations weren’t fully developed or directed in more narrow pursuits and not allowed flower.

Today, there is a lot of emphasis placed on the sciences and mathematics with the humanities and arts being shoved aside. Imagination is critical for success in all these disciplines. Yet, if we do not focus on the humanities and arts I think that we run the risk of developing imaginative business people, engineers, scientist, and mathematicians who have no idea about the impact of their actions on others and our planet.

While I watched Alan playing with his train I was reminded of my childhood and playing with toy soldiers in a shady patch beside my house. It was a cool place even on the hottest Ohio summer days. Moss and ferns grew in the sun dappled shadows. It was the perfect place for a child to let his imagination run free. I dug small trenches, built dugouts with twigs and moss, and enacted fierce battles between my green soldiers. I re-enacted the World War II movies that I saw on TV. It may be that in those moments as I lay on my stomach and peered intently at my toys, like Alan and his train, I began to imitate certain social values: sacrifice and valor. It was only when I was an adult that I began to comprehend the personal cost of such ideals and why they are so important.

Sometimes today, on a particularly good day, while I am writing, I become submerged in that imaginative space and loose myself in the words, phrases and sentences. I hold them up to my mind’s eye and turn them over and over, peering intently at them like I once did with little green warriors. It is then that I write things that come from a place outside myself. It is then that my awareness of the world and its relationships expands and perhaps a grow just a bit.

Note: Alan is not the child’s real name. For reasons of privacy I have changed his name.

 

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