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Caught glimpses of the Mississippi below through cracks and gaps as I wheeled my bicycle across the bridge. The railroad company had installed a steel grid walkway for their workers over rotting and missing boards. A sign that once stated “No Trespassing” exuded lawlessness.

Cycled along a street of 28 modest homes constructed in the 1950s as part of the first privately-developed interracial housing project in Minneapolis, and one of the first housing projects in the country to offer federal-government-insured (FHA) mortgages.

Installed a smart lock. Now I need to dream up some use cases for it.

On my cycle ride, down a dead-end street in an unassuming Minneapolis neighborhood: The Willey House. Built in 1934, it’s the first home Frank Lloyd Wright designed for a middle-income family. Although only the garage is visible from the street, the heritage is clear.

Got to see our nephews and their mom in Gold Medal Park, in person for the first time since February. No hugs, but it beats Zoom.

On my cycle ride: felt affirmed.

Our tomato espalier experiment is going well. However, we’ll still be walking over to the local farmers market on Saturday.

Posted Naked Desks.

Woke up to a rainbow.

Cycled on a rail trail beside the Cannon River, south of the Twin Cities.

Our pea shoots created their own skyline.

This morning I learned TikTok users had trolled last night’s political rally in Tulsa. So, I signed up for TikTok to try and understand what this is all about. I “created” my first TikTok video, and am none the wiser.

I like to pause at this wall when I’m out for a cycle ride. For all the modifications over the years, it conveys a sense orderliness and stability. Like an abstract painting of geometric shapes, I find it calming. The Minneapolis Water Department still operates out of this site.

Juneteenth lights added to Mississippi reflections.

“Just going to look,” he said as we drove towards Bachman’s Garden Center.

Tidied the wiring under a desk.