I’m heading out of Duluth as the best weather of the summer arrives to refresh us. I’ll be retrieving my air conditioner from my son in hellishly hot St. Louis to bring it back next week when our temps warm up. I’ll check the news from Duluth online while I’m away in case I find something in desperate need of linking to on my blog. I also found those notes of mine from my meeting with Superintendent Gronseth. That’s when I went in to warn him that he was about to step into deep doo doo by going after Jane Bushey. I didn’t tell him everything I knew when I arrived to find him surrounded by his right hand men who might tell different stories of my message to him.
I promised to send those notes and my fuller typed recollection of my monologue (I was about the only person to talk for the 35 minutes I was there) to Attorney Rice.
The weekend approaches and I’m in no hurry to start typing them up. I’ve already sent Mary nearly 3,000 words about a much abused minority school district employee. That’s still in rough draft form. I’ll be in the car for a couple days down and back and I’ll be reading the Sinclair Lewis novel Babbitt to Claudia on the drive. I think its a novel about an eager beaver businessman who scratches for money and status in Duluth or as Lewis and the CEO of our Chamber of Commerce are want to say the “Zenith City.” Oh yeah, in the latter’s case its the Emerald City.
