Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Thursday, September 23, 2004

Sounds like John enjoyed his preschool again today. When Rhonda came to get him, he said he wanted to stay. On the way home, they stopped to play at Bumpy Slide Park.

We all went to Bridge Park last night. There's a park down the road you take on the way to Target, take the second left. It's on the edge of those big artificially created lakes, and a bridge over them. The kids like to walk out on the bridge. Seems like there are a number of different nationalities that have moved in there. Saw an Iranian or some such family there, Asian families, Hispanic... wonder they all moved from.

Twins have the AL Central again, for the third year in a row. And, for the second year in a row, they are going to get crushed in the first round of the playoffs. They will play either the Yankees or the RedSox.

And the Vikes looked more like their pathetic self on Monday night. Booooo.

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