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On my walk: an icy Mississippi created an Impressionist scene.

Thanksgiving Day 2018, a good day to celebrate friends and family, and to be grateful. We put fresh cranberries in the stuffing.

Popped next door to Izzy’s for a treat. Their ice cream tubs have RFID tags, so I can check here to see what is being scooped right now.

Explored the University of Minnesota’s East and West Bank (of the Mississippi) campuses with a friend. Walked into buildings that promised to be interesting. In the School of Architecture earnest students were having their work reviewed by their peers.

Walked to the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden and beyond. Without Words.

Looked between railroad hopper cars. Meticulously sprayed graffiti contributed a splash of blue.

Posted Ma: The Space Between.

Bought produce for Thanksgiving, grown by Hmong American farmers, at our neighborhood Mill City Farmers Market.

Walked to Orchestra Hall to hear the Minnesota Orchestra.

Began stocking up on ingredients for Thanksgiving, starting with the important stuff: flour and butter for pie crusts.

Got my quarterly Lupron shot at the Frauenshuh Cancer Center. It looks like something you’d find at Home Depot. It’s working: tumor continues to be undetectable (dormant).

Listened to Michael Beschloss, presidential historian, talking to a packed lunchtime Westminster Town Hall Forum about wartime presidents. He reminded us how presidents have started wars on a false pretext, and without the congressional approval required

Posted Snapshots: 3 Days in LA Using Public Transit.

Ran on snow.

Explored lovely spaces in downtown Los Angeles, including the Blue Ribbon Garden at the Walt Disney Concert Hall.

View from the 70th floor of our Los Angeles hotel. Cars crawl on a freeway, sushi on a conveyor belt winds through a 69th floor Japanese restaurant.