chase scenes serial #15

‘Blue Collar Comedy and Cross Burning’ specials. Yet my pleasure at entering into such a ripe environment was not complete for upon ordering a plain bagel, two of which were stored in a Tupperware sandwich package, I asked if they did not have any peanut butter. They did not. But as if snapping out of her real world fog and reentering the sweet walls of Coffee Break; the girl behind the counter offered that they did have “peanut butter syrup.” I feel that nothing more needs to be said about that scenario, and we are beginning to descend into Min/St. Paul. The Twin Cities is what I shall call them because I cannot spell the name of the one that starts with ‘M.’ I do not mock these places lightly. In a sense I am confronting my own stereotypes and I am generally thrilled to encounter locations and establishments outside my norm. They provide more cause for me to note them than would a place that sold Black Metal records or French novels. For certain I could find something to say about these places but it seems, on trips such as these, that I relish more the chance to eat an iceberg lettuce salad in Trapper’s Kettle, Belford, ND‡. And merely describing it as this is not sufficient because it allows those past