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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.

The Interstate surrounded Downtown on my drippy walk. I left my bicycle at home because I did not want a muddy stripe down my back.

Posted Framing the Future.

Decided to cycle to a place I had never seen: the Twin Cities Model Railway Museum in its new location.

Cycled part of the Sakatah Singing Hills State Trail past small towns with main streets called Main Street.

Checked out two condos for sale near Mill City Museum, Minneapolis.

Chatted with a Delta aircraft mechanic at the Pride Festival: he and his colleagues built this model. There’s three barbecues on each side.

Meandered around Minneapolis on my bicycle. Caught up on coffee and calories in the café at Open Book.

Reviewed eight bills from my Mayo visit last week. I owe $30, Medicare paid the rest. I dream of Medicare for all.