Witnessed Duckie being released to the wild at Lake Harriet.
Category: Living
Drooped Antenna on a Pole
[wp_quiz id=”2011″] There are about 40 of these devices scattered around the Minneapolis and St. Paul downtowns, and the campuses of the University of Minnesota. This one is across the road from the Federal Reserve Bank of Minneapolis. It consists of a box, an antenna, and a solar panel. The antenna is always drooped, as…… Continue reading Drooped Antenna on a Pole
Our Ancestors’ Wildest Dreams
Cycled past a work in progress under a bridge in a former railroad trench (Midtown Greenway). “We are our ancestors’ wildest dreams.”
Standing at the Edge of Creation
October 1983, Hawaii Big Island: I stand against an expanse of blackness, some of the newest terrain on Earth. I set the self-timer on my Canon AE-1 film camera, then dash into the field of view for a self-portrait. “Selfies” would have to wait until the 21st century. I walk around nearby Halemaumau Crater as…… Continue reading Standing at the Edge of Creation
Pause that Refreshes
On our cycle ride: bar lunch at Longfellow Grill.
Fine Seasonal Lunch
This plus crusty bread made a fine seasonal lunch. Minnesota strawberries are at their best right now: they’re small and flavorful. I’m convinced a strawberry is allocated a fixed amount of flavor, whether it’s big or small.
A Suspicious-Looking Package
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A Suspicious-Looking Backpack
[wp_quiz id=”1930″] Picture the scene yesterday. We’re in the meticulously restored Minnesota Governor’s reception room. The older nephew is listening intently to a short presentation. The younger one is wandering around at the back of the room looking for some object that he could climb. Dwight and I stand by, waiting to intervene if necessary.…… Continue reading A Suspicious-Looking Backpack
Hub Bike Co-op
It was time for a new tire and inner tube.
Ghostbusters?
Bonus post at the Governor’s reception room at the State Capitol. Our homemade metal detector handle sticks out of my backpack. The circuit board our nephews soldered is hidden in this handle. If a guard questioned us, I promised myself I would not say we were from Ghostbusters.