In June, the last week of school, Opti and I walked past a collection of glass bottles exhumed from the street during the road repaving. There were a few that caught our eye and we brought home with us. They adorn our steamy kitchen window and leave me wondering…just how common was F. Browns Jamaica Ginger? And what purpose did it serve? Was it for cooking? Serve some sort of medicinal purpose? Was it like bitters, and added to cocktails?
Several factors conspired to prevent me from riding my bike in to work this morning. Cresting the on-ramp to 35W I saw the smog blurring the Minneapolis skyline and immediately regretted letting my “not wanting to be late to work” guilt stop me, because it was replaced with “how could you drive when the evidence of your selfishness is so obvious!” guilt.