Eli’s morning quote: ‘You and I have to figure out how to handle Friday, Saturday and Sunday…the weekend…you know, we’re like horses let out of the corral’. I nod my head.
‘We need discipline and we don’t like discipline…you and me’. I nod my head.
‘We’re looking for the fifth leg of the cat, you know’. I nod, confused. I repeat, ‘The fifth leg of the cat?’
He responds impatiently, ‘You know…the impossible…we’re looking for the impossible’. I nod. ‘The discipline, the ‘impossible’ or the cat?’ I wonder out loud.
I’ve got horses, a cat with five legs…the concept of discipline…I’m not sure where I am in the conversation.
‘We need our ducks in a row’ he clarifies further. So, now we’re off the cat and horses and onto ducks. I reach into the bakery bag, the object which started this whole conversation and I grab a fresh, hot pretzel dog. I take a big bite.
‘Quack!’ I say.
690 Saint Paul 