Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Ley Lady, Ley
They say that Minneapolis has the highest per capita pagan population in the US.
Assuming that that's true (who knows?), then I live in the Most Pagan Neighborhood in the Most Pagan City in the country.
Alas, though: I cannot claim to live on the Most Pagan Street.
Just why there should be so many pagans living on 10th Avenue South is something of a mystery.
As for the neighborhood, that's easy. Thirty-forty years ago, when the local community was first getting to its hooves, this part of South Minneapolis was a marginal area, poised to go down. For this reason, there was lots of early “20th” century architectural character going for reasonable prices, so the Pagan Urban Pioneers moved in. (I was one.) Pagans being a clannish sort of people, once there were a few, others soon followed.
As for just why so many of us ended up buying on 10th Avenue, though...well, that's one for the oracles.
The “10th Avenue Ley-Line” has been a standing coven joke for years. Me, I don't believe in ley-lines, but a) that doesn't mean that they're not part of the lore, b) it's almost enough to make you wonder, and c) coincidence aside, I can't think of any better reason.
Ley Lady, Ley.
Ah, well: life is full of pain, ochone, ochone. At very least—and grateful I am that it's so—I can claim to live in the most Pagan City in the Most Pagan Neighborhood around the corner from the Most Pagan Street.
And that's good enough for me.
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