I forgot to mention this last Sunday, but I think it’s worth the keystrokes. As I was driiving home from the Gopher’s embarrassing loss, just as I was crossing the Mississippi River at Hennepin Avenue, downtown Minneapolis, a bald eagle came flying up from under the bridge and landed in a tree about 20 yards away from me. I’ll bet that there aren’t many metro areas that can say they have bald eagles downtown.
I guess L doesn’t hate me. We were forced together in front of the fireplace because of the cold and I asked her why she was so mad at me and she said she wasn’t. We had a nice conversation about the Virginia Woolf book she’s reading for school.
I knew it.
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Not a lot of people in other places could say they watched Gophers play a game either.