Just a couple of more ruminations on my brother. I ended up getting to spend last Wednesday afternoon with him & his son. Got to show him around downtown Minneapolis, & did a drive through the U of M West Bank, East Lake Street. & Uptown. One might say we went uptown, downtown and all around.
We had a really good, long talk during that time. Looking back at my earlier post, I can't specifically say I would say the points I made were wrong, but maybe I'd say they were unnecessary. Besides my departed grandfather, here I finally find a member of my family with whom I have a real connection, and I had to go and find fault. Shame on me. Consider me a big Lindon fan. Very glad he's my brother.
On a side note; I have a craving for lagers, malts, and stouts. Lagers, malts, and stouts. I wish to visit and be visited by long-time friends. Welcoming one another through the door, sitting on creaky shares by fireplaces in dusty libraries; or out on a patio listening to night sounds and watching the last few sparks of the sun as we reminisce & drink beers so thick we could swaddle them 'round a newborn's ass.
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I look forward to those malted opportunities.
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