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You have yet to see a lake. There is nothing but yellowed grass and cornfields. You are still looking for the lakes.

You do not know that the lakes only make themselves known to locals. You stand inside the entryway. They ask you why you are still in the mud room.

You do not know what the mud room is. You no longer know where you are. Are you in the mud room? You cannot move; the uncertainty is paralyzing.

You do not know whether you should take off your shoes or leave them on. There is no place to put your shoes. The room is filled with them, piles and piles of shoes. The pile seems to grow before your eyes. You are drowning in shoes. You take your own off. You are burying yourself. People tell you they will not be here this weekend.

They are going up to the Cabin. They are all going to the Cabin. They leave you behind. You do not follow them. You know that if you make one trip to the Cabin, you are required, bound, to make a pilgrimage to the Cabin every other Saturday. To fail on this obligation would mean the death of all you hold dear. It is time to go. You say goodbye to your friends. No, they say, stay. Stay for dinner. You do not want to infringe on their hospitality, you do not want to overstep your bounds.

No trouble at all. You are uneasy. You want to leave. You tell them you think you should go. No, they say. They keep talking to you.

You realize now you cannot leave. You are trapped forever. It is just before goodbye. Time has stopped. It will always be just before goodbye. Pacific Rim. And occasionally, Burn Gorman. Effective immediately, fresh. I will let the fresh. That will happen mid-July. The fresh. Contact me via the blog.

I cannot thank all of you enough for the comments, tweets, reblogs, likes, retweets, etc. I sincerely hope each of you reading this learned at least one new thing about life in the Twin Cities that you did not know before. It has fundamentally changed my experience of living here for the better. Mpls Mayor R. Never again shall I sit in silence at Green Mill! Vote No Minnesota by FishWho.

I have been a big doubter of the WNBA. It's pronounced "fresh-minn. I like to call it "the TC. Posted 10 years ago. Yours in Twincy, Erica Mauter.

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