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Category: In This Together
Remembering
Cycled through Fort Snelling National Cemetery, surrounded by 225,000 graves of military veterans and their immediate families. Later this month, a flag will be placed at each veteran’s grave marker for Memorial Day.
Drums, Chants, Bison Melt
Drums, chants, bison melt. Lunch at the Minneapolis American Indian Center after a morning of cartesian coordinates and citizenship.
Blue Tarps in a Park
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Blue Tarps in a Park
The homeless at [Tokyo’s] Ueno Park were up early Monday, with hundreds of the park dwellers quietly disassembling their tents and packing their belongings onto carts soon after dawn.Pushing carts laden with their possessions, they plodded toward a small empty plot hidden by bushes and trees.Around 9:40 a.m., about two hours after completing the evacuation,…… Continue reading Blue Tarps in a Park
Crawfish Boil
It was perfect weather for a New Orleans-style crawfish boil at the home of my in-laws. The food was tipped onto the table, and we picked food up with our fingers. The table was covered in plastic, rather than (traditional) newspapers. These days, our newspapers are digital.
Easter Dinner
Set the table for a family Easter dinner this evening. The silverware is stainless steel, manufactured in Sheffield, England. My mother-in-law cut up and hemmed an old table cloth to make the napkins.
First Communion
Attended our 11-year-old nephew’s first communion at Faith Lutheran in Forest Lake, MN.
There Is No Road
Traveler, your footprints are the only road, nothing else. Traveler, there is no road; you make your own path as you walk. As you walk, you make your own road, and when you look back you see the path you will never travel again. Traveler, there is no road only a ship’s wake on the…… Continue reading There Is No Road
Teaching
Students called me “teacher.” My best title, ever.