A sunny Saturday in Sioux Falls
The guy slides up to the concrete bar top with a hefty slice of red velvet cake with butter crème icing.
His wife looks at him with an eyebrow raised.
It’s 8:30 a.m.
“That looks like a nutritious breakfast,” she says.
“Yep, that’s what the guy at the register said. Once I get my coffee, I’m going to go out and have a smoke. Then, breakfast will be complete.”
“You know, he just got back from the doctor,” she says. “Tells him he’s in great shape. Eats what he wants, smokes two packs a day. I hate him.”
He smiles at me, his jaws happily masticating the velvet cake.
My trek to the farmer’s market completed (sweet corn, tomatoes, broccoli, green beans, carrots, cucumbers and a giant bunch of sunflowers and dahlias), I headed over the Queen City Bakery for a quiche and a cup of chai latte. It’s a small place in a former warehouse next to the BNSF tracks. Everything is made with lots of butter.
Living in a city with a emerged downtown has its perks.
Living in a community where you have a relative with a truck, even better.
It doesn’t own me.
But it might define me, as a person (with some style, at least).
I dunno.
See for yourself, my living room, complete:
His wife looks at him with an eyebrow raised.
It’s 8:30 a.m.
“That looks like a nutritious breakfast,” she says.
“Yep, that’s what the guy at the register said. Once I get my coffee, I’m going to go out and have a smoke. Then, breakfast will be complete.”
“You know, he just got back from the doctor,” she says. “Tells him he’s in great shape. Eats what he wants, smokes two packs a day. I hate him.”
He smiles at me, his jaws happily masticating the velvet cake.
My trek to the farmer’s market completed (sweet corn, tomatoes, broccoli, green beans, carrots, cucumbers and a giant bunch of sunflowers and dahlias), I headed over the Queen City Bakery for a quiche and a cup of chai latte. It’s a small place in a former warehouse next to the BNSF tracks. Everything is made with lots of butter.
Living in a city with a emerged downtown has its perks.
Living in a community where you have a relative with a truck, even better.
“You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.”
- Chuck Palahniuk, "Fight Club"
OK, I didn’t go that far. But I did buy a couch. A leather sectional. With my winnings from the Outdoor Writers.It doesn’t own me.
But it might define me, as a person (with some style, at least).
I dunno.
See for yourself, my living room, complete:
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Hey, I got stuck in the driveway listening to the Hold Steady's "Sequestered in Memphis" on World Cafe. Love that song! Are you sure Bob Mould isn't singing with them?
-- SnarkyPants