MayDay Books, Minneapolis

IDHH Tour Day Four

a couple varieties of Helianthus who greeted us at the creek

People of Earth! I’m swimming through muggy Minneapolis air, I’m reacquainting myself with riotous Midwest underbrush, I’m sitting in an air conditioned basement apartment with windows, I’m remembering the ever-present relationship the moist, as Mic reminded me how one never dries all the way out in this climate. Minnesota has lived for a few years in drought conditions, my friends tell me though, it’s not like it used to be.

Our human lives so short compared to the huge cottonwoods growing along Minnehaha Creek, so broad compared to the ones I know out west, so generous with their gifts of healing buds in the spring, fluff in the summer, limbs they drop all year.

I enjoyed the day with an old friend I first met in 1992 from our days at Chaos House and launching the Autonomous Zone info shop on Division Street in Chicago. Last time we met was on the street during the 1999 WTO protests, a brief encounter that added to the ecstatic experience of standing in resistance to global capitalism with 50,000 other people. Such a long time, a quarter century. Reconnecting along Minnehaha Creek was medicine to my Gen X experience—being on tour, ‘kicking it,’ as my pal the great great Erin Yanke says, no plan, no urgency.

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