losing my patience because I had no idea what I was doing here anymore and it didn’t take me long to see I was going to need some help since I couldn’t find much of interest. Thankfully I was able to get a hold of Scott who I knew would be more useful than Ben…for several different reasons. Scott wasn’t from the area but had lived up here so he probably knew it better. After all, when you’re born somewhere you don’t bother seeing what’s there because you always have the opportunity to do so. I certainly knew Chicago better than I knew Cleveland. I met him through friends of friends at one of those parties where everyone knows someone but nobody knows each other. The two of us
struck up a conversation about how much we hated parties like that and then proceeded to drink heavily so we had similar mindsets as well as a similar concept of how to effectively spend our time. He told me to check out the sculpture garden at the art museum and even though I had my doubts he talked me into it since it was just in the next city over. It was an easy commute although going from one to the other like this made me question why they called them the Twin Cities. The two looked nothing alike. This place was far grittier and wasn’t nearly as relaxed although that actually made me feel more comfortable. I guess that said more about me than it said about the cities but I had to wonder if people were supposed to feel such things about the two. Were they supposed to be different or is that just how things had developed? What did that say about people if their intention was to make cities so close but so different and what did it say about them if such a reality developed naturally Interesting as that concept was I wasn’t about to explore such realities because I was here to see the sculpture garden. And it ended up being quite a sight. At least this place was worth seeing in and of itself and contained no dead American Indians…as far as I knew. Oddly enough, I thought back
to the military museum as I walked through. They were both huge in scope and scale so maybe that was what got me comparing the two. These sculptures were monstrous to the point that I actually wanted to climb them. And despite what the signs said I did. Obviously in terms of content these two places couldn’t be further apart. The military museum was about people who had the math brain. These guys had the creative brain. But it went deeper than that. The military museum was very matter of fact. People who made planes that didn’t get off the ground didn’t make it into that museum. There was little room to argue about whether or not a particular plane belonged there because they had proven their worth in the field and on paper. Their greatness was calculable but it wasn't that easy for the pieces here. One person might think a particular piece of art was a work of genius while another person thought it was the work of a child. They could both have legitimate arguments because there would never be any way to