Ahh, well, once again, I missed the Minneapolis Dope Lunch. The first of the month is never good for me, because I have to have my timesheets for the previous month in by 1 p.m.
At 12, I was frantically trying to remember what I talked to Lawyer So-and-so about for 45 minutes on July whatever. You get the picture.
Oh well, third time’s a charm, right?
Damn, I didn’t see this thread until just now. I would have gone. Oh well, hopefully I’ll make it to the next one.
Here is a close up. You cross the river from the airport, then turn left on 13. The first left is a church parking lot, the second left is some sort of obscure park and ride lot, and the third left is a road that looks like it should bring you down to a creepy expanse where only the ne’er-do-wells abide. Can you guess which turn you take? At the end of the road is some sort of historical plaque alongside some buildings. Shield your eyes. You aren’t there to be educated. You are there to watch your dog poop with glee. If you are completely clueless, I shall point out at this point that the river is down the hill. Water having that silly tendancy to seek gravity. Even if a railroad track stands in the way.
If you see a mass working it’s way through the trees that is black and white, smells like cheese farts, and answers to name Presley, you’ve found the overweight wonder border collie. His owner should be near bye. We have what, where, why (well, as much as we need) how bout when? I can’t do next weekend. Nor last week of August.
I’m certain that several people on these boards would love to see Diogenes the Cynic thrown to the dogs. 
DtC, do you have a k9? Even if you don’t, you should join us.
Well, poop. See what happens when you stop doing vanity searches every day?