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Cycled past the Downtown post office. The building is begging for a new use.

Watched people watching Minnehaha Falls.

Cycled through a neighborhood of locally owned shops. Picked up some veggies at a small, old-fashioned co-op.

Satisfied my need for bibimbap. Comfort food.

Walked across Gold Medal Park to 1967 San Francisco… “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner” at the Guthrie.“Regardless of the law… laws won’t protect you when you get pulled ov

Posted Portnoy’s Complaint in Moscow.

Cycled with a friend to St. Paul’s Oakland Cemetery (founded 1853), final home for many immigrants. We’re lucky to have a large Hmong-American population, median age 19.7. As many of us age out of the workforce, young, hard-working individuals will build

One open window,a cautious invitationbefore the dog days.

Made my first, ever, stop-frame movie: “Lights Out.” I’m practicing for a rainy day with the nephews.

On our way back from haircuts, tied up our bikes and popped into Longfellow’s Grill for brunch. A women’s softball game played on the other screens

Encountered a depiction of the people of Portland, Oregon.

Posted My New Blog Site.

Got with a friend over coffee… and pastry. Resistance was futile.

My new after-lunch treat: an Americano. Weight gain is a side-effect of my cancer therapy. The simple solution is fewer capuccinos and pastries.

Grain elevators made way for housing as we cycled through Nordeast Minneapolis.

Cycled past blossom partially eclipsing a former sporting house.