Pumped up my tires, rolled up one pant leg, hit the trails. At the Minneapolis Institute of Art, thousands of life jackets covered the columns to form an installation, “When Home Won’t Let You Stay.” Each life jacket was worn by a person fleeing war in Syria or Afghanistan.
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Deserted Airports
Tragically, it was easy to maintain social distance at Minneapolis/St. Paul MSP.
Hasty Departure
Au revoir Hawaii Big Island. It was time to pause our stay in Hawaii: tomorrow, a stay-at-home order goes into effect for the whole of Hawaii. We’ll return in December (ultimately it was December 2021) to complete the journey when the island will be back in business and trails have been reopened.
Balancing Covid Risks
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Balancing Coronavirus Risks
Every morning we read the New York Times, the Washington Post, and our local paper, the Star Tribune. We took out subscriptions to all three newspapers within days of the 2016 presidential election because we need to support good journalism to hold the US Administration accountable. Today, the news is uniquely disturbing. Most of us…… Continue reading Balancing Coronavirus Risks
Pizza
While much of America was watching the Super Bowl, got with family at a pizza restaurant. We’ll enjoy leftovers tomorrow.
Estate Planning And Donuts
At the end of a walk, two friends served as witnesses as Dwight and I had our updated estate planning documents notarized. Celebrated next door at fabulous Cardigan Donuts.
Diverse Walk
On my diverse walk: an art gallery, a gingerbread Hardanger violin, and lefse for later at Norway House; American Indian galleries at All My Relations and the Minneapolis American Indian Center; tonkotsu ramen, and Chinese broccoli (for later) at United Noodles, an Asian supermarket.
Empty Lobbies
Walked through empty corporate lobbies while running errands Downtown.
Remembering My Dad
Winnowed down our worldly goods, enough for two carloads for Goodwill and Habitat for Humanity. Dwight inadvertently put this scarf on the Goodwill pile, but I rescued it. My dad wore it while serving in the Home Guard during World War II.