More than Twins
We are well into summer. It’s like a rainforest out there. Tree limbs hang low with moisture from frequent rains. Vines of woodbine and wild grapes grow thick and lush. I know this mainly because I see it from the window of my car as I drive down the gravel road from our house and eventually to work. Country living is a stark contrast to life in the “cities”.
Friends took us to the Twins game a couple of nights ago in the new stadium. Not being a big sports fan I wondered if my attention would wander and if I could make myself sit for several hours. I shouldn’t have worried. The new stadium, with it’s capacity of 30,000 is beautiful in it’s own way. When we first walked in I looked around and wondered what it would be like if everyone had to get out of there in a hurry.
There is a big screen that, at times, shows what is going on with individuals in the stands – we actually saw one guy propose to his girl friend. He got on one knee and you could see his lips move “will you marry me”. Twenty thousand people participated in her teary eyed acceptance. It was sports and reality TV all wrapped into one. At one moment the big screen zoomed in on a Falcon perched somewhere in the stadium watching the game — why would it do that? Commerecial jets carrying hundreds of people crossed the sky high above. I wondered if they could see us. Mauer bunted – what?
It occured to me as we sat in that stadium we could set our eyes on at least twice the number of humans as the entire population of earth 10 to 20 thousand years ago. Because of the level of DNA similarity between any two humans scientists are sure our population dropped to just several thousand souls sometime before the last glaciers receded. There is evidence that massive volcanic eruptions spewed ash into the air that caused an unforgiving “nuclear winter ” planet wide, killing much life on the planet earth. How would we deal with that today? — just a thought.
I spend a lot of time in my job driving around Dakota County checking on foreclosed homes. Yesterday I found myself making random turns, driving down long gravel roads in the Umore Park area never meeting another car. I theorize no one drives those roads because they don’t want their cars to get dirty. I discovered gravel road driving is a good thing to do if you want to see hawks. I saw several big ones that must have been immature red tails. One was so large I thought it must be an eagle. I saw many, many small hawks sitting on wires or swooping over roads and fields. I forgot I was working as I wandered without destination down gravel roads for an hour or so. I wandered towards Farmington but never got there.
Eventually I made my way to the roller coaster highway between Highway 52 and Red Wing. It climbed and dropped repeatedly as I drove through the glacial morrain left behind 10,000 years ago. Close at hand were healthy brown fields of grain waivng in the wind punctuated by fields of deep green leaves of healthy corn fully tasseled.
The view was to my right, farm fields following the countour of the land as the hills soften to flatter land in the distance. No matter how many times I drive that road I feel like a tourist. And every time I drive it I think of the economic development meeting I attended a couple years back where a business man, like me, said it was important to flatten that road and make it four lanes so that Red Wing can survive and compete. I am afraid someday the “improvement” will happen.
Quintuplets:
When I got home and let the dog out I noticed the air was filled with more swooping, bug eating birds than normal. Some seemed so slow and awkward I was worried the dog might snap one out of the air. As evening came I saw five of the birds lined up on our retractable closeline with an adult swallow swooping in to stuff bugs in their mouths. Just after I pulled out cell phone to snap a photo of the line up they scattered to the wind.




































