Bittersweet

"I remember playing football in St. Louis,

it was 20 below,

my high school was an 80-year-old building,

the football field was very small,

I guess some years before 

they had played a game - in the rain - which tore the field,

it was like playing on sandpaper, 

not a pleasant experience. /

I can't tell you how many times 

I was working on a film crew in Chicago,

when you are working a feature film it's insanity, 

they spend money like water,

bumper-to-bumper traffic 

when we would finally leave at 3am. /

I was really rooting for the Bears, 

it was fun to be watching it with somebody,

I think the Vikings will win Saturday,

Packers are getting cocky. /

I was a linebacker, fastest guy out there,

coach is showing us movies,

I don't want to hit the guy,

but I was going as fast as I could. /

Oh really?

Really, his brother-in-law convinced him to go."

Snowflakes sift gently through the freezing air while

2 old men sit, awash in the glow of Minnesota friendly,

gently meandering in Bittersweet Café.