East Side

I had an appointment with a travel doc today on Phalen Boulevard so I decided to visit my old haunts such as Phalen Lake where I saw 20 trumpeter swans swimming in the open water. I used to walk around this lake. I had a date with a guy once. I suggested we fly a kite at Lake Phalen. He didn't want to. No more dates for him!

For one school year I taught at Saint Patrick's School in room 305. Now the school has a new name. I remember one winter I was looking out the window. A car on this hill had it's drivers door open. Another car came sliding down the hill on the ice and took that door clean off. Another time I struck a pheasant on Hwy. 694 at the top of a hill and it flew into my radiator. I went to check and pulled out one cooked leg. The students saw the pheasant. I told them to feel free to take it out of there.

Another time I split my pants. I went to the convent and was highly embarrassed to stand in my underwear as a nun sewed up the rip.

My old apartment on Arcade is now gone along with the post office that was across the street. That is where I lived upstairs with my girlfriend's brother's girlfriend. My girlfriend told me on the phone that his girlfriend was stealing my rent money out of my Kleenex box. I couldn't find my house on Minnehaha by the Hamm's brewery. I think this is the house where I lived when I taught school.

Then I drove to Mounds Park on my way back to Hastings. I had a trip down memory lane.