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Popped into Freewheel Bike to buy a new bike lock. The old lock could be opened with a pen.

Evaluated WordPress as a replacement for my current blogging tool, Blogger.

Cycled in pursuit of inspiration. Came up dry at City Salvage.

Posted Milwaukee Avenue: When Citizens Resist.

While a windshield was being replaced, walked across a landscape of functional structures and roads without sidewalks.

Spent my afternoon in an inclusive place.

“Discovered” the Milwaukee Avenue Historic District: two car-free city blocks of small homes built in the 1890’s. I’m left wondering what other gems I’ve missed in our neighborhood.

Cycled over to Methodist Hospital for my quarterly labs. Tumor continues to be undetectable, thanks to ADT and Abiraterone. There’s no cure, but I’m gladly living with dormant tumor.

Cycled to the grocery store. I’m still figuring out the best balance of distance, aesthetics, and safety.

It still feels like a new experience to have a family meal in a restaurant and our young nephews haven’t trashed the place. Axel’s Bonfire, Blaine, Minnesota. They grow up fast.

Walked to Orchestra Hall.

Paused behind this sculpture in a Minneapolis park. A frieze depicts Father Hennepin’s first contact with the indigenous people. Above this scene, the Norwegian sculptor represents the arrival of pioneers. The displacement of the Dakota people is invisible.

Posted Travel Gear: Carry-On Backpack.

A cool breeze blew off Bde Maka Ska, creating a significant temperature drop as we cycled by. Today is the latest I have seen ice on this lake.

Wild spring onions, nettles, fiddlehead ferns, morels, spruce tips, ramps, the language of springtime. Tonight I’ll make morel risotto.

A friend flew in unexpectedly. Over beer we revelled in common experiences, New Zealand, India, Japan, Australia, making the workplace work, Heinekin at Schiphol, openness to opportunities to be in other worlds.