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Looked behind Cedar-Riverside LRT Station; found this.

Waited for a friend beside Target Corporation’s Bullseye mascot. My friend arrived on the first post-rush-hour (75 cent senior fare) train.

Cycled past some of my favorite Nordeast Minneapolis buildings, including the Casket Arts Building. Artists now occupy this building.

Tidied my man cave (formerly my office) to an unnatural degree. We’re ready for a buyer for this and the rest of our home.

Our flower towers demanded our attention.

Reviewed the community notice board outside our local co-op. Reflected on how I’ve lived this long without Pornowolves or a hand-blown bong.

Rolled a binful of Kodak Carousels containing 35mm slides down to the street. My father-in-law scanned all the slides a few years ago.

Posted You Can’t Always Get What You Want.

Cycled beside the Mississippi to downtown St. Paul.

It was a steamy day, so I wasn’t wearing spectacles when we walked into Betty Danger’s Country Club. Imperfect vision can be a blessing.

Cycled to Excelsior, Lake Minnetonka.1964, in a drugstore in this building, a local told Mick Jagger: “you can’t always get what you want.”

On our cycle ride, looked at the sky, a potential location for our next home.

Rode the rails to a place with no there there. Pedaled back to the city.

Rebar masqueraded as sculpture beside the Midtown Greenway. It will reinforce a bridge which replaces and replicates a century-old bridge.

Cycled home from Downtown today, past this graffiti. Felt grateful Medicaid kicked in when my father-in-law needed it most.

Once I filled The Brute with weeds, I fled on my bike to avoid seeing more yard interlopers. At least no weeds will be knee-high by the 4th.