I sit looking out the window that overlooks a downtown Minneapolis street only to notice the lack of activity due to the cold weather that has “plopped” itself over the city for the season. Inactivity except for a few sightings: I see the “mohawk man” is outside smoking, a familiar sight, which is strangely comforting to me. Traffic enforcement is out in full-force; ready to swoop down from the rooftops the instant a meter flashes red. I laugh a little when I see a businessman decked out in a Men’s Warehouse suit and Florsheims running to his car only to see that the traffic cop has started writing him ticket.
I can only imagine the conversation:
Traffic Cop: “Sorry, I can’t stop once I’ve started".
Businessman: “That’s what she said".
I leave you with that.