Out beyond ideas
of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
There’s a field.
I’ll meet you there.
–Rumi
Out near the edge of town
There’s a corner store.
I’ll meet you there.
–team pilderwasser
Just after 6am on Tuesday morning I spotted two tall cans of Busch Light standing still unopened holding their places in a six pack ring near a bench on the train platform. I took a long look at them and smiled as I visualized cracking one open and downing it working a little RAGBRAI into my morning commute, transitioning seamlessly. If not for the three security guards milling around just over yonder, I might have continued on that continuum a little early for a Tuesday, unless you’re in Iowa in late July.
At 7:33am I sit on a stool outside Bulldog News and sip my coffee staring off into space in a Southerly direction where a few doors down on the other side of the street I spy with my little eye: Big Time Brewery where at 3:33pm I sit on a stool outside and sip my beer staring off into space in a Northerly direction where a couple doors up on the other side of the street I spy with my little eye: Bulldog News. Lather rinse repeat. Here we go round again. Full circle. One way or another.
Both Big Time & Bulldog use the same brand of bombproof metal stools outside. These two establishments on The Ave either side of NE 42nd Street exemplify the two ends of my coffee-beer continuum personified in real time and space especially on Wednesdays. What day is it?
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