(Excerpted from Chapter 5: The Great Escape: The Grateful Unrich…)
Exiles traveling to true home – Father John Eagan
Downtown Minneapolis
6-25-88
Tonight in my Nicollet Avenue cubicle it all comes clear. Maybe it is the bus ticket that I will be buying tomorrow. Maybe it’s the timely sale on backpacks at Herman’s recently posted in the Sunday Minneapolis Tribune. Possibly it’s the slightly altered state I am in, compliments of a gracious peddler at yesterday’s Grateful Dead concert at the Metrodome. Tonight for the first time, in this hollow concrete giant known as Minneapolis, I feel the content that comes when one knows that one’s spirit is about to launch yet another assault on society’s gatekeepers. Read the rest of this entry »
















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