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Gosh, I was going to retire this thing. I will have to someday. Still reluctant, though. Guess I like the pictures. This was amazing, that someone rode this bike to the Y in this snowfall aftermath.
And, while I am at it, these are of the ladies who served lunch for Bernice's funeral...
...--love the line of electric stoves--church basement, Browerville.....
Going further back in time, across the street Han's 40th--Dorothea disapproving of photography....
...for which she apparently got thwacked by the woman standing next to ....
Liam and the boys doing Rockband in the basement, same evening....
Dorothea, happier times, CA Central coast, MEA trip .....
Over MEA weekend, we flew to California and visited Dorothea's sister and niece. Shell Beach, on the Central coast.
...lots of October, harvested vineyards....
....and adults having fun on a winery tour.....
....childern, not so much.....
....they liked the WB Studio tour better. The guy on the right--our guide, hottie, aspiring actor; Dorothea didn't really go on the tour with us...
....and Halloween....
Baby steps. Just trying to get some pictures out there. Last Sunday was the new Minneapolis 37-mile ride. While today is the first official "crossing" of the I 35 bridge, we were the first "undering." The last picture probably deserves some explanation. At Stop #4, Theo Worth Parkway Par 3, as I was coming out of the clubhouse bathroom, a guy came up to the golf course guys and said that there was a hole in the group that people were stepping in. This was the fix.
On Friday, Dorothea and I were riding our bikes and ended up in downtown St. Paul, where preparations for the RNC were underway. Mostly, blocking streets to traffic and putting up anti-pedestrian fences.
Labor Day, with Liz, we joined the march. Law enforcement was way over-represented. This woman, with her sign, at the "turn-around point," kinda captures the sentiment.
There were cops on horses, bikes, in riot gear, plainclothes, everything, everywhere. They were transported in rented minivans, most of them apparently Kias.
Wednesday, after dinner, we went downtown with the children so that they could see what was going on. These gentlemen, as seen through the window of Mickey's Diner, look as though they should be eating sushi.
Signs were everywhere. Vote, about what, we never knew.
The house is one of many being upscaled on Park Point. This one--literally, up.
On the way back from visit with my sister at her timeshare, we stopped at the farm, and got a measure of the trees planted in the spring of 1993, Madeline not one year-old yet.
Dorothea cashed the check today. So far, it hasn't bounced.
Actually, I was exactly opposite, across the river. The power plant blocked my view, but I didn't get the cloud of dust.
"Can I take your picture?," I asked. "Where will it end up?" "Don't know." Beautiful trees near Minnehaha Falls that we passed through on our Saturday bike ride. The artist and the easel where just added bonus.
And Madeline took this picture of Dorothea and I reading the Sunday paper on the front porch. She thought we were cute.
