The First Threshold, about to cross "den grossen Teich"

Leaves on the seminary campus, Nov. 10

It snowed last night, about an inch. An inch!  The city convulsed. I told Carol, "Well, it is the northern hemisphere and we are in November and it is Minnesota!"  But what set it all ajar was ice.  Warm ground, cold snow, ice.  Carol took me to Luther Seminary to meet my friend Lyndon, who would take me to the airport, but not before we stopped at Garrison Keillor's bookstore, Common Good Books on Snelling Ave. 

At the seminary I attended morning prayer in the chapel. I talked with Mary Bengston Steeber for whom I used to work in the seminary kitchen. Then Lyndon Nygaard, my old friend, met me for lunch and took me to the airport.  Good thing! Flights cancelled all over the place because of ice.  I got on the 3:50 flight for Chicago which actually left at 6:10. My 6:30 flight from Minneapolis would not have made it. 

So now I'm in Chicago. One learns in an airport that one is out of control. Like many years ago on my first flight to Europe, I pass through this hub. From the Mid-west to Middle Europe.  The Lufthansa flight leaves at 9:30 and flies directly to Munich where Gustav will pick me up.  I'm ready. Time to go.

Lyndon Nygaard, my friend from Stillwater, MN