Friday, August 10, 2012

From The West Coast To The East Coast To The Midwest

Lots has been going on.



This was about the time the brilliance began.
I made it back to St. Paul for my friends' wedding. It was totally low-key and one of the best parties I've been to in a long time. As you can see, there was no shortage of beer.


Then, there was a decision. Road trip to Maryland. It was myself and this freak:




One of many incredible spots en route to Maryland:







We went out there to meet an old friend's daughter. Here she is:

Proof that Mike got to make out once.



























Squeezed in a bit of fly-fishing near the Antietam
Battlefield in Maryland, and a couple other spots.










Love the history in the east. This is part of a memorial for Civil War journalists and artists.







A group of us volunteered to defoliate sections of forest on the east coast.
The guy in this photo is using a defoliation method known as "missing."





On the way back to MN




Indiana?            Yes, Indiana.


And now.... back in Minnesota. This is where I'll be for the foreseeable future.



MN Prairie
Western Minnesota-- Where Prairie and Woods Blend Together


Minneapolis

St. Paul Trainyard

North Shore of Minnesota. Grand Marais, MN

Capital. St. Paul Minnesota

Minnesota Woods

Bridge to Lowertown, St. Paul

Como Park. St. Paul, MN





Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Elbowed In The Throat

On one of my last nights in Portland, I decided to hit up one of my favorite brew-pubs; Coalition Brewing.

While outside the building, indulging in another bad habit, the other guy out there sneezed and it made a notably lound and weird sound. He apologized for the volume and explained that it was because he had been playing basketball, was elbowed in the throat, and basically had his throat crushed. I was convinced he was telling the truth when he grabbed his adam's apple and moved it side-to-side, over the entire width of his throat.

He told me that after he was elbowed in the throat, he couldn't speak and had difficulty breathing. While in recovery at the hospital, he had to weigh an absence of health insurance against treatment options, and contacted a friend who had recovered from cancer with the aid of various traditional and alternative treatments.

The story went on, and included microscopic detail, but ultimately what made it interesting was this:

This guy was absolutely certain that using his fingers to apply pressure to various points on his own body allowed him to heal himself. He only went back to the doctor once, and the doctor didn't believe him that he had done it on his own.  The practice is known as acupressure.