wrote this last week while preparing to land in Minneapolis in a plane, on my way to Wisconsin...
Out my window. Bright. Almost blinding, the reflection from the snow-covered ground, far far below. How is it that land came to be parceled out in such neat, square-shaped packages? I mean, I know how, really, it just seems odd to have taken so much of the country and divided it up. The natives would have never thought of land so geometrically.
The plane is banking hard left, now. Some 50 miles from Minneapolis, I believe. The pilot announced that we may have to circle above for a bit due to heavy air traffic. I suppose I should be able to see my home state, my final destination (Wisconsin) while circling above the Twin Cities. In a few hours I will touch down in Milwaukee. Not exactly the "pearl of the midwest", but no Toledo, either. Tomorrow: Madison.
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