All of my friends that lived there have moved away. I haven’t experienced the North Loop life for a long time, but you couldn’t tell that to my gerbil heart, or my jimbly tummy. Driving into the familiar, no time had passed. Everything was still possible. We always thought “it might happen” here on these streets of Minneapolis. And oh, what might we found in that “might…” What joyful strength!

From the Mitre Box to the Mississippi, the Grain Belt to the Guthrie, I was lifted. And the excitement could only be matched by the comfort. I suppose Glenda had it right, “you’ve always had the power within you.” To say it is the same with people, with cities, is to say that it is love. Sometimes we just need a little nudge, to tap into the feeling. To access it — all that joyful strength. Driving past the bowling alley, I made a quick u-turn and parked in front to get my nudge. It’s not just any bowling alley, it’s Elsie’s. Elsie’s of Minneapolis. When two great loves collide, how can you be anything but lifted! 

I know, I know…we always carry it from within…but a little lift now again is always welcome. So when it is offered, on streets or memory, take it! Embrace it! Wrap yourself in all that might!