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Made a special trip across the Mississippi to stock up on Spam at Lunds. For some inexplicable reason, the stores where I usually shop don’t carry Spam. We use this fine Minnesotan product to make musubi.

Steel figures became diaphanous as I pushed my bicycle past the Physics and Nanotechnology Building at the University of Minnesota.

Waited on our balcony for the Aquatennial fireworks to start.

Spotted this in the basement of a college friend of Dwight. Immediately recognized it as a Remington typewriter case. Inside was the same model my mother used when I was a kid. When I moved to America, the first company I worked for had once made these typewriters.

Rode shared bikes six times. They’re great for running errands around town.

Taught a citizenship class for former refugees.

Continued searching for former fire stations. We couldn’t find Station 29, but, found a currently operating Station 15. Discovered this building was originally Station 29, but it closed in 1944. Station 15 then relocated to the building. The number change is evident in the photo.

Walked my bicycle beside a single rail track that became a double track that became a quadruple track. Stopped trespassing before I would be in a large, active rail yard.

Washed our tires as we cycled alongside the channel between Lake of the Isles and Bde Maka Ska.

Bacon brats from the farmers market for dinner. Ice cream from Izzy’s later. Local splurge-eats.

Paid the $1 Senior fare, hung up my bike, cooled off.

Cooled off at an ice cream shop I’d never noticed before in the Longfellow neighborhood of Minneapolis.

Felt included.

Cycled with a friend looking for former fire stations. This unusual beauty was built in 1923 in the American Craftsman bungalow style. Former Fire Station Number 13 is now an architects’ office. One of the partners gave us a tour of the sensitively repurposed building.

Posted Living a Guarded Life.

During a refreshment stop from cycling, Dwight responded to what could be the last on-call-week page of his career.