It was a beautiful day for hanging the laundry. So beautiful that we failed to do the wash which is required before hanging. Instead we walked along the spring-swollen Mississippi and across the Stone Arch bridge, showing off our dirty little city to our son and his girlfriend who are visiting from LA.
Yeah, dirty. It's always that way in April. So we point up to the gleaming new Guthrie and the zillion dollar condos, and down to the excavated mill ruins which explain why Minneapolis is where it is, and try to avoid all that mid-level detritus of winter. But with the trees barely in bud, the sun takes on a harsh burn and illuminates the grit and stains of road salt, the wrappers, bottles and old shoes on the river bank, the roiling effluvia of the river itself, flushing the great northern bogs and fens of their winter muck.
And if you're me, who somehow feels responsible for every thing unpleasant, whether the annoyance of a passing cloud or the second term of the boy king, you find yourself tempering your proud pitch about the merits of this funky arty place with apologies for how grubby it looks in April -- and keep looking over your shoulder at the river, hoping a dead cow or carp doesn't swirl by. One didn't.
But back to the laundry. In lieu of anything of our own, let me refer you to Mo Dowd today. Sometimes she's too snippy and clever by half for my taste, but today she does a job on Wolfie.
She opens her column, called More Con than Neo, with this:
"Usually, spring in Washington finds us caught up in the cherry blossoms and the ursine courtship rituals of the pandas.
But this chilly April, we are forced to contemplate the batrachian grapplings of Paul Wolfowitz, the man who cherry-picked intelligence to sell us a war with Iraq.
You will not be surprised to learn, gentle readers, that Wolfie in love is no less deceptive and bumbling than Wolfie at war.
Proving he is more con than neo, he confessed that he had not been candid with his staff at the World Bank. While he was acting holier than thou, demanding incorruptibility from poor countries desperate for loans, he was enriching his girlfriend with tax-free ducats."
There's more -- but read for yourselves. I've got more off this city to show off, and the light's fading.