My lunch treat was a buffalo melt at the American Indian Center.
Category: In This Together
A Long Run
Walked past recently closed Rudolph’s Bar-B-Que. Dwight and I first met there 31 years ago at a birthday brunch.
MiL’s 85th
Enjoyed a balanced diet of marzipan, whipped cream, sponge, strawberry jam, and toasted almonds. My mother-in-law’s 85th.
Latvians in Minneapolis
Cycled to the Latvian section of a North Minneapolis cemetery. Today, once again, Latvians fear Russian aggression, and an America that promises to look the other way.
Building New Lives
Cycled to my weekly gig in this building. A hundred years ago Swedes and Norwegians came here to learn. Today, Somalis follow in their footsteps.
Open Street: Franklin Avenue
Cycled down the middle of what is usually a busy thoroughfare. Franklin Avenue had been closed temporarily to traffic for about 20 blocks as part of the Minneapolis Open Streets initiative.
Not Present
An arriving train interrupted their games.
Fun?
Our nephews had a grand time trying to drown each other.
Strawberries For Our Nephews
Stocked up on strawberries for our two young nephews. We’ll cut them off after they’ve chowed down two pounds of strawberries.
Hearing Native Voices
Posted Hearing Native Voices.