Urban Connecticut vs Rural Minnesota

Karen was a new employee at General Mills in Minneapolis. She was from an urban area of Connecticut. She was living with Lois.

I was acting in a play in Barrett. Lois and Karen drove up to Barrett to see the play.

After the play we drove to the Cat’s Eye* to eat. On the way to the Cat’s Eye I met several people that I knew, and in the manner of the county, I waved to them.

Once we were seated at a table in the Cat’s Eye, a waitress came to take our order. I had eaten there often, so the waitress asked me if I wanted the “usual”.

After eating at the Cat’s Eye, we stopped at the Home 20 for ice cream. The menu cover of this restaurant was a copy of an early newspaper of the county. Karen was really astounded by now.

The waiter asked Karen if she would like a menu to take with her as a souvenir. Of course, Karen said yes.

The next week end, Karen had an opportunity to go to Kansas City, but she declined to go. She had seen enough of “rural” America for a while.


* Cat’s Eye and Home 20 at one time used to be restaurants that I frequented when I lived in rural Minnesota.

Gay Pride

I was walking home the Friday of Gay Pride week end. Monica was with some of her friends. Her pastor had given her some flyers for her to give out to people at Bisbee Pride. She and her friends were joking about the flyers.

They were all wearing rainbow colors, except for her. She was dressed in blue jeans and a non-descript t-shirt. I only got a glimpse of the flyers, which said something like “Gays Repent”.

Suddenly I heard an “Oh Shit” from Monica, the blue-jeaned girl. She tried to hide her flyers.

Another cluster of girls was pouring out of the Circle K. The two groups hugged each other.

Except for Monica. She ran away at a 45 degree angle with her flyers.

She threw the flyers away when she was off in the shadows.

There are no longer pay phones in Old Bisbee.

A silversmith, “Silver Czar”, has taken over the used bookstore, “Atalantas”. The change in occupancy, has among other changes, implied that the pay phone is gone. Atalantas had a pay phone for those who had no other means of making phone calls. [Who doesn’t have a cell phone these days?]

In Old Bisbee there are also a couple of non-functioning pieces from the era of pay phones. The Circle K has the symbol of a pay phone attached to the pipe that holds its prices, but no pay phones. Next to the Old Bisbee post office are two pay phone bodies with all external cords having been ripped off.

Inn at Castle Rock

Josef visited us recently. He stayed at the Inn at Castle Rock. The inn has a reading area, a fridge, and a check in area.

Willa has the responsibility of cleaning the leaves out of these areas. She used the leaf blower instead of a broom. If that isn’t bad enough, the leaf blower is gas driven, leaving behind gasoline fumes.

Because often the wind moves the leaves around the entrance, Willa needs to repeat the operation periodically. Is there an intent to keep residents in their rooms?

Bridgeport Inn

One night we stayed at the Bridgeport Inn in the Eastern Sierra. The inn was set up with the bar, the restaurant, and the lobby downstairs, and the sleeping rooms upstairs.

Steve was sitting in the lobby reading the Bible. Karen, who was wearing a short, stylish skirt, walked into the lobby, saw him reading the Bible. 

She asked him about what he was reading. Steve said that he was reading Matthew, and gave an exegesis of the scripture that he was reading.

Karen’s husband, Mike, came into the lobby, and listened for a time. Then he got bored and went into the bar. 

I too got tired of the Biblical discussion, and left to take a walk. Three hours later I returned, and sat in the lobby again. Steve and Karen were still discussing Matthew.

Mike came back from the bar. Karen asked Mike if he was ready to go upstairs. He said “Yes”. Karen adjusted her dress, said, “Good Night, Steve”, and she and Mike left. Apparently, Steve was done reading too, since he also went upstairs.

I went up to my room as well.