Made in Minnesota

I’ve always thought of Minnesota as a pleasant place to live and a great place to raise kids. Three out of the four seasons are pleasant enough. But let’s face it, the winters can be brutal even for a lifer such as myself. But, as the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder and I’ve found myself revisiting my home state even while sequestered in my winter haven.

Through various web sites and YouTube videos, I’ve returned to Minnesota a number of times. The ‘Explore Minnesota’ videos, TPT’s ‘Lost Twin Cities’ series and even smaller clips from local realtors have given me a renewed look at my home. Several communities such as the ‘North Loop’ and ‘the ‘Creative Enterprise Zone’ in St. Paul also have outstanding web sites covering their home turf.

Over the years, our tenure in Minnesota has been pleasant enough. We’ve raised our kids there and now watch two out of five grandchildren when we get the chance. But gradually my tenure in Minnesota became challenged by my West Coast other half knocking on the door of residency. Now that I’m part-time Californian, my perspective about my home state has changed. It’s a different view now, free of the daily distractions of living life there.

I have a long and storied history with California. It’s like Leonard Cohen’s Hydra calling me back once again. Its part delusional, part opportunistic and part magical. But mostly it’s a comfortable relationship that seems to bring out the flip side of me that a lot of folks never see. It is at once my friend, advisor, irritator and councilor. It forces me outside of my Midwestern comfort zone.

The first time I stepped foot in California, it was off a Great Northern Railroad passenger car from Minnesota. The year was 1946.  I was three and my sister two. Along with my mother, we had ended up in Carmel-By-The-Sea. My Mother, by then separated from my father, had been encouraged to come out West to become a housekeeper for a past client from St Paul’s Summit Avenue neighborhood.

When we finally arrived on the coast, broke and hungry, my mother was informed by the old woman’s son that she had gone senile and would no longer have use of my mother’s services. So much for California dreaming.

My second time in the Golden State was in 1964. Fresh out of basic training, my first assignment was at the Presidio of San Francisco. Life at the Presidio was a Camelot-like existence that ended all too soon eight months later.

The third time to bask in that warm California sun came in 2000. Our family was staying at a friend’s condo in Palm Springs. It was our first introduction to desert living. Thus began a twenty-two-year intermittent love affair with that diverse community and all of its surrounding amenities.

The Midwest is more staid and conservative than California in a common-sense kind of way. For me, it’s two different life styles and two points of view. Yet there’s a common thread running between the two states with openness for all and acceptance of different points of view. Both offer a realistic view of the world and not a closed-minded myopic wish for what used to be. They don’t dwell on a world that, in fact, never really existed except in television sitcoms and wishful thinking. Instead, they focus on what could be and not what once was.

The accolades continue. California leads the nation in the rate of economic growth – more than twice the national average. It is home to the nation’s fastest-growing and most innovative industries – entertainment and high-tech. It incubates more startups than anywhere else in the world.

Yet California is far from perfect. A housing shortage has driven up rents and home prices into the stratosphere. While its public schools used to be best in the nation now they are among the worst. Each election cycle brings a plethora of new propositions which often times only confuse and muddy the legislative process.

Minnesota is no slouch either when it comes to social issues. There has been drug sentencing reform, moves toward an open primary, various child protection laws enacted and health-related issues addressed in this last legislative session. 

 

As much by lucky accident as foresight, I now find myself immersed in two different life styles, two different geographic locations and a wonderful diversity of friends and associates. Two different worlds and two wonderful life experiences at the same time.

There’s a quote I love that goes something like this: “At some point in the journey, you realize it’s time to head back home. It doesn’t matter where you are in the journey, the Gods begin calling and you must return home.” I think there is something about that mysterious force called ‘home’ that calls to all of us.

Once back home, I’m looking forward to long distance tours with my new E-bike, road trips with Sharon exploring the Minnesota hinterlands and time spent with Brennan and Charlotte, always a delight. On a more personal level, a return to my ‘coffee and chat’ sessions is something I’m really looking forward too.

Work on my PTV songs will continue as I try to find a venue for the play and its songs. Among other writing projects, I hope to continue working on my concept album called: Made in Minnesota. While I have little to no idea of what I’m getting into I’m going to try. Perhaps if I can find more musicians to work with, I can carve out more songs for the album.

I’m a born and bred Minnesotan with a strong streak of California to taint my mind. Both states have become home in more ways than one. They’re like a cradle upon which my imagination gives birth to creative, frivolous, silly and sometimes enlightened ideas, concepts and storylines. If ever there were a balance in my life, it would be called the Minnesota-California connection.

What can I say; it works for me.