I used to live right next to this anonymous neighbor in another era. Her dog is very friendly, and so is she. I was so excited to see her that I turned around and parked my borrowed car when I realized she was my subject for the day.
This morning, the window of Bob's Java Hut puts me in mind of the opening lines of Louis MacNeice's poem "Snow":
The room was suddenly rich and the great bay -window was
Spawning snow and pink roses against it
Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:
World is suddener than we fancy it.
We, the original founders of this blog, met at Bob's Java Hut (Lyndale & 27th) to order "free" business cards for this project, which ended up costing us $11.44.
The owner of the Lyndale Grocery and Deli makes sure the case is stable. My falafel sandwich lunch was perfect, and Thabat's four year old son showed me his ipad game!
I love this project: it gives me permission to talk to strangers. They tend to seem ordinary until they start to talk.
Haddayr Copley-Woods, below, is a writer of fantasy and magic realism. Her stories, she said, are about people who seem ordinary until something happens. Say, they start to fly. [link to her website]
Copley-Woods lives in Powderhorn but crossed into Phillips to go to Uncle Hugo's Science Fiction (front half of store)/ Uncle Edgar's Mystery (back half) Bookstores,
Whittier International Elementary School, offering the International Baccalaureate curriculum, has an early morning JumpStart where this 2nd grader is going. Although she lives outside the busing area her parents are so pleased with Whittier that they are happy to bring her and pick her up every day.
David Brown, Whittier resident, near the Nicollet Ave. entrance to the Midtown Greenway bike trail. His bike chain had come off, so he was walking the few blocks home when I met him.
Peach blossoms, for good luck, and chrysanthemums (lower left) for long life, in a Vietnamese grocery on Nicollet Ave., closed for the Lunar New Year's Eve.