Happy Veterans Day. Or, if you’re a member of the over-70 demographic, Happy Armistice Day. The State of Minnesota was kind enough to give me the day off, so I had lunch with Rosie at Moose and Sadie’s in the Warehouse District. The weather in Minneapolis has been freakishly warm for the last few days and we were able to eat al fresco. Afterwards, I decided to make a visit to Big Brain Comics, where I dropped…well, let’s just say I was probably their best customer today.
And don’t look at me like that. We all have our vices.
An added observation: while I was eating lunch with Rosie, I lost count of the number of people with disabilities that passed by our table. Is Minneapolis becoming a crip Mecca? Is this where the inevitable crip revolution will begin? Should I start assigning noms de guerre to all my crip friends? Mine will be Christophe Wheeler.
