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While it rained, we attached our bike rack. By the time we figured it out (3 person hours), the rain was gone, and the sun was shining.

Posted Let’s Play “What is it?”—Green Box on Rusty Bridge.

For the second time this week the trail was blocked by construction. I was planning a lengthy detour, when a member of the crew came up to me and cheerfully led me through the work site. He was grateful today’s high would be in the 80’s and not the 100’s.

Rode a Nice Ride shared bike, first time ever. I appreciated the fenders.

Posted Jamie on a Bed in Leningrad.

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.