{"id":48486,"date":"2005-10-21T09:19:10","date_gmt":"2005-10-21T14:19:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/?p=48486"},"modified":"2014-10-24T09:19:43","modified_gmt":"2014-10-24T14:19:43","slug":"it-was-twenty-years-ago-today-part-xiii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/?p=48486","title":{"rendered":"It Was Twenty Years Ago Today, Part XIII"},"content":{"rendered":"

Monday, October 21 1985. Beginning my second week in the Twin Cities.<\/p>\n

It was starting to dawn on me that the city wasn’t necessarily going to carry me in on its shoulders.<\/p>\n

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9AM job interview in Edina. It was another “group interview”, this time for a gig selling Encyclopedia Brittanica, door to door through the suburbs. I went because I figured I should – any kind of job interview was better than nothing, and it’s all good practice. Right?<\/p>\n

I sat for two hours, listening to the ins and outs of the job, and finally figured “Even I’m not this desperate”. I left without accepting a position.<\/p>\n

I had a few hours to kill before my next appointment, to check out a “roommate wanted” ad over by Powderhorn Park, in south Minneapolis. I found my way in to Uptown Minneapolis, and killed an hour at the old Odegaard’s books, at the new Calhoun Square. In a state full of Waldenbooks and B. Daltons, I’d never imagined such a thing – a big, huge store where you could browse, read, sit<\/em>! I dragged myself away and chugged slowly down the decaying morass of West Lake Street, getting to the appointment just in time.<\/p>\n

The ad said they were looking for a Christian guy, to pay 1\/4 of the rent for a room in an upstairs duplex just off Powderhorn Park, a pretty little urban park surrounding a curious little lake, right in the middle of a neighborhood that was well on its way toward becoming one of Minneapolis’ biggest, nastiest crack dens. I didn’t know this at the time.<\/p>\n

I rang the doorbell, and the guy – six-footish, late twenties, wearing a full beard and mustache, answered. He showed me around the place – kitchen privileges, one bathroom, smallish but cozy bedroom, not much storage (not that it mattered to me), $175 a month, heat included. “Nice”, I said. “I’m interested!”.<\/p>\n

“Well, we gotta talk first. Let’s go take a drive”.<\/p>\n

Unusual.<\/p>\n

We walked out to his Chevette, climbed in, and took a turn around the neighborhood. “So – where are you at with your faith”.<\/p>\n

“Um…” – Huh?<\/p>\n

Now, bear with me a bit, here. I’m pretty articulate about a lot of things. Religious faith is not one of them. I certainly have a lot of it, but expressing it is one of those things I pay ministers to do in church.<\/p>\n

“What do you mean?” I asked.<\/p>\n

Wrong question.<\/p>\n

“Look, me and my roommates are charismatic Catholics. We need to make sure you’re in kind of the same place on your religious journey as we are. So – have you ever had a charismatic experience?”<\/p>\n

“Well, I haven’t – but then, I’ve never seen anything that says one needs to, to be a Christian”.<\/p>\n

“But you do!”, he said, emphatically.<\/p>\n

“But what about…”, I started, quoting a verse from Corinthians that says, in about as many words, that each of us is called to faith with different gifts; speaking in tongues is one of many; mine was…<\/p>\n

“Look, I’m just covering my ass here”, he said, turning back up the street to the duplex.<\/p>\n

Wasn’t aware there was a biblical injunction to cover your ass<\/em>, I thought, and have wished for twenty years that I’d said.<\/p>\n

I am pretty sure I shook my head visibly as I took my leave and walked to the car. I’d imagine he did the same.<\/p>\n

Then it was back to Burnsville for more job hunting. It was looking like it was going to be along, dry autumn.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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