Good bye my Papa’ said as we parted ways at the Amtrak station. I was going to Duluth MN and then on to Superior Wisconsin my destination. At around 12 am I was in St. Paul/Minneapolis station; I had been on the Greyhound for about 28 hours. I faced another 8 before I would get to the school campus of WSU-Superior. Somehow it seemed as if I was on a higher level of the sky! I felt closer to it in some way. Later I knew it to be quite true. I was closer and the sky is nearer. Actually it was Stark and breathtaking at the same time. the air was pure and simple as the pace of life in the new strange place. that first day I walked to the college and I guess I have been walking for a long time now. Actually I walked because I didn’t know any better so I sweated on that July morning 🌞. It was around 745am by the time I got to Superior from Minneapolis. Strange happening in the St Paul/Minneapolis train station when a Big drunk Indian fitting the stereotype asked me aggressively while I tried to sleep on a bench waiting for the 7am to Duluth; “Hey buddy,” tapping my leg, “you got a quarter?” “You got a quarter?” Abruptly awakened startled scared young and alone, I was saved by a Black Angel disguised as the station manager who told the big Indian,”here Harry leave the kid alone.” He then ushered me to an office where he left me. It was 437am. At 714am the train left for the 12minute ride to WSU-SUPERIOR where I began the ride to here. Grandpa to two different people and I love it!
Retired NYC High School History Teacher from Washington Heights.I taught at G.W. H.S.( alumnus 1977), A. P. Randolph, MLK, Joan of Arc( Ms. Garrett, principal) and Wadleigh. Love jazz, r&b, Johnny Cash, Gil Scott Heron, Rubby Perez, Omega el fuerte and Frank Sinatra.
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