Eli’s morning statement: ‘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. He continues. ‘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 ask, ‘the fifth leg of the cat?’ He nods vigorously. ‘You know…the impossible…we’re looking for the impossible’. I nod. ‘The discipline, the ‘impossible’ or the cat?’ I wonder about these options 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 continues. So now, we’re off of the cats and horses, the mysterious fifth leg…and we find ourselves onto ducks. I reach into the bakery bag, the thing which started this whole conversation and grab a fresh, hot, salty pretzel dog. I take a bite.
‘Quack!’ I respond…
690 Saint Paul 