Memories of Myrtle; navigating AustinPublished 4:30pm Saturday, August 11, 2012
But when all you do comes out of nothingness, then you have everything….. That is what we mean by naturalness.”— Zen Master Shunryu Suzuki
As you read this you will see that the Vilt/Plevka reunion will be in full force at the Bohemian Hall down the road from Myrtle.
Some of you may not be acquainted with Myrtle. We were drawn to it in our post-high school days. You could say illegally but I won’t get into that.
The bar we attended back in those days is on a sabbatical, at least it was idle when Eric, Jana’s brother, Jeanne and I looked in the empty room. Someday it will open and foster the return of “butt races.”
Mongo and his Indiana friend came to Austin to do a ‘walk to Myrtle.’ That just about did us all in. Ken Maxfield and his wife Jan were along for that; along with Jeanne.
Jana, Mongo’s younger sister, is scheduled to be back at the hall for the big event with her family. It will be their second go at it.
In other news I’m not sure what to tell you. Fred has moved up stairs and is napping on the bed and Mello, who is inclined not to go up stairs, is napping beside me; wore out from a day of barking from window watching.
Of course the skate boarders were busy hustling back and forth on the sidewalk and biking and racing across the street during traffic breaks.
I’m still in awe of the format for Fourth Street. There is that space between the major traffic that generally lays idle until they make a turn. And now bikes have about a foot to peddle their bikes very near the curb.
Then there are lights.
When I go to Grinder’s I shoot across the street and go down a couple of blocks before heading south and then taking a right to Grinder’s.
It matches up nicely with my diabetic expectation. Directions from a diabetic educator in the Twin Cities addressed me via a computer from the Cities at the Rochester VA Center.