More photos from Watt Munisotaram.
On a drive-about today to SW Wisconsin, we took an alternate route home and happened by this place. It is absolutely magical. It’s called Watt Munisotaram, a Cambodian Buddhist temple built between 1988 and this afternoon. The people on site were so generous, and very happy to show us around. Our impromptu guide T was one of its founders and he and two others had finished installing the seated Buddha (w the flowers) just this afternoon. “People who were here a month ago will wonder where the stage went. It’s now this!” (Then one of the men who’d spent all afternoon moving thousands of lbs of stone installed a new engine in another man’s van, simply because he knew how and the man needed it. “For free,” says T.)
It’s in almost constant state of construction and celebration. A group of Hmong were there worshiping inside, thus no interior photos.
The stone facades and railings were made in MN. The ceiling panels inside the temple were as well. T was so proud to say that. “I love Minnesota.”
The Buddhas and marble tile in the temple were imported from Cambodia.
T lives about 25 minutes away and comes to Watt Munisotaram three times a week to work on the place. Everything, every stone, every statue is paid for, erected and completed by volunteer labor and donations. “We built this for everybody. Everybody owns this. Even you. We built this for you, too.”
My oldest friend of nearly 30 years, Dave, took his folks to the Twins game last night for the old man’s 80th birthday. They entered a contest for a chance to sit in the broadcast booth during the game and won. I’m nearly as pleased about this as if it were my own parents. Dave said the best thing was just watching his dad have a casual conversation with Bert Blyleven. For a MN sports fan, it’d be hard to top an 80th birthday in the booth. Coolest thing I’ve seen this month.
Note: Dick and Bert operate in the booth sans air conditioning, but keep the fridge stocked with Coors Light.
the ryan hotel, ca.1905 | st. paul’s first skyscraper
at the one of a kind shop in buffalo, mn.
where i spent my summer vacation. (not pictured: bugs. lots of ‘em.)
1985 all-star game duffel bag. i have two of these. new, in plastic. i haven’t a clue what to do with them.
Bill Pulkrabek - i went to college for a while with this turd. didn’t know him real well, nor cared to. he roomed with my buddy shawn, who often referred to him as “nazi’. seems like quite a guy. click through to read about his problem with not throwing mistresses around by their hair.