Wandering around

This morning I walked to Dunn Brothers. The Middle Eastern looking paper delivery guy pulled up by the house with the New York Times just as I was setting out from home. That was perfect.
At Dunn Brothers, the usual assortment of people were there. It is like it is the same people there always, just different. Same types. So anyway, wonderful to sit there and drink coffee and read the paper.
When I got home, Dorothea headed off to her class, Liam and I roused Madeline from bed, and the three of us went to the Grandview for breakfast. M. was pretty crabby about waking up, but went with us.
Upon returning, a neighbor from across the street asked M. to watch children for awhile. (The neighbor went jogging.) Liam hung with his buddy. They were both kind of surly today. We set up the volleyball net in the back yard. (Liam and I played catch before going to breakfast. He does throw well, seems to have a good arm.)
Late morning we all regrouped and headed off to Target. M. wanted to get her glasses adjusted; I was looking for razors;Liam, Poke-mon cards.
Then we drove up to see the trees damaged by the Mother’s Day storm, up around Como Park and the kid’s school.
Har Mar was next. Barnes and Noble and the pet store. I got the epiphany that maybe I would get a dog. Madeline says she wants one. Liam wants some sort of a pet. We all got books.
From Har Mar, we went to downtown. I wanted to go to Marshal Fields to find a hat. Turns out they don’t have many. But there was this great guy that recommended a place a block away, a small shop, labelled an “Artist Merchantile.” There was a great selection of hats. The proprietor was the sort whose recommendation for what would make a good hat. I got what seems to me to be a very nice Panama.
Soon after we got home, Dorothea returned from school. I bailed and went up to the U and hit golf balls. I did a half of a large bucket. I was pretty satisfied. Hope to go up there again tomorrow to hit the other bucket. Am thinking of a golf skills checklist and using that to make sure that I work on everything.
Back to downtown and the haberdasher. This time, it was one of his cigars that I wanted. He recommended two. I took his second recommendation, the “Havana Honey.” It was mild, a easy draw, and the tip was flavored with honey, which actually is a great idea.
This fellow is quite intriguing. He’s wound, really wound. Steely. But he says he has a hat like the one I bought–and I believe him. He makes it sound like he smokes cigars–again, believable. He talked about openning a haberdashery next. That sounds like a good idea.
So anyway, he snips the end of the cigar (has a cutter in the top center pocket of the the apron he is wearing), and walks me outside and lights me up. I aim myself toward the Great Waters Brewing Company a couple of doors down. I have a Martin’s Bitter–Yorkshire Style Ale followed by a St. Peter Pale Ale–Our Popular Flagship Beer. Smoking my cigar at the bar and watching the Twins on the tube.
Finally, I decide to take a bit of a walk and head off across the Wabasha Street bridge. It is a beautiful evening. I soon realize that the bank’s new Ops center is very close to the other end of the bridge. Soon I cut across and head over there. Odd setup. It is an attraction new office building, five story, very scenic, what witht the Mississippi, Harriet Island, and the downtown skyline. But is built on a brown-fields site, the home of the American Crane Company. And approaching the building from the side of wabasha brings the abandoned industrial site image to mind because there are several acres of brush and bare dirt between the railroad track and the building. Plus, just as I turned from the bridge toward the building, there were two men who were walking on the railroad track. Homeless guys, surely, apparently heading for a clump of woods as a place to spend the night. That all was a bit tinkly.