Actually, this bear is in Kaivopuisto which is the difference between saying "it's in New York" and "it's on the corner of 49th and Park Avenue." [ think Waldorf Astoria neighborhood].
If you're a Cold War spook, Kaivopuisto is where you went to sip coffee on a bench when you were in town. It cut down on walking distance for all the household staff of the various diplomats' residences.
I lived with a Finn for three years, once upon a time. Now I have a side bag from a firm called Finn. Coincidence? I fenced with the Swede. The Finn would only drink (at the Jazzhaus in Lawrence, Kansas).
There's excited - little kid Christmas excited. Then, there's fishing trip where no one else will be on the river excited.
I've got the latter. Makes the little kid business look like a waiting room at a dentist's office.
I might have to get on my local stream tonight. I stopped by my fly shop yesterday to fondle gear. I'm even tying - gasp - streamers. I tie really ugly streamers.
"Put the Pearsall's down and step away from the vise."
I need to do the day job. It'll make the day pass - sort of like making a kidney stone pass.
Prost.
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