The wind came up and took the hat right off of Ijahs head today on our way to meet Sher­man for cof­fee.  The gust just lifted it up and blew it into the mid­dle of Lyn­dale Ave.  It flipped and blew, being pushed along by the wind and the rush­ing of cars, always about fifteen […]

There was really only so much more cold and dreary I could deal with…I felt my san­ity slip­ping away…running actu­ally, run­ning away from the cold grey.  “What?  You com­plain about cold and rainy yet you dream of Seat­tle?”  I know, but its different…way dif­fer­ent.  Seat­tle has an ocean, for that, I deal with rain.
But the infusion […]

Uptown is a lit­tle weird some­times.  I mean you rou­tinely ind stuff like this.  But I do love it.  Wouldn’t leave it for the world.  OK…maybe Seattle…but I imag­ine they’ve got the same sort of stuff going on there…

One of my favorite things to do when there is fresh snow on the side­walk is to match stride length with any foot prints that are already there so that it looks like one per­son with two dif­fer­ent shoes was care­fully hop­ping.
I was doing that today then came across a sec­tion that some­one had already […]

I’m not a fan of the thaw.  It makes every­thing wet, and dirty, and a bit sad.  The months of cig­a­rettes, the trash that was hid­den, the occa­sional unfor­tu­nate bird or squir­rel.  Bus trans­fers, bro­ken bot­tles, mit­tens, and bit’s of old food.  Occa­sion­ally though, you find a trea­sure, some­thing unex­pected in the slog.  I like […]

Yes, I am lov­ing my iPhone.  It’s almost un-holy, but Sher­man
under­stands.  I’m fairly cer­tain he feels the same way.  One of the
rea­sons is though, that I have a cam­era again.  Mine pooped out sev­eral
month ago and is now an occa­sional dis­trac­tion for Eli­jah.  My other
phone had a cam­era but it was a total pain to […]

Some­times, you just come across a con­ver­sa­tion in a pub­lic place that you just have to linger near.  Call it my real­ity t.v.
Today it was a woman at the meat counter, sub­tly, but not too sub­tly hit­ting on the butcher.  “Oh, it’s just so hard to cook for one…Oh I’m just in from Aspen for a […]

In the not so dis­tant past Sher­man and I were in the midst of a “dis­cus­sion” (re: argu­ment) with some­one about the price of goods.  The prices of goods in dif­fer­ent loca­tions to be more pre­cise.  For exam­ple, dia­pers in Edina, ver­sus dia­pers down­town.  Terms like “oper­a­tions cost” and “loss pre­ven­tion” were tossed around.  So […]

Some­times when I go out alone later at night I’ll slip on some big jeans, Sher­mans black hoodie, and a stock­ing cap.  I walk fast, eyes straight in front of me, some­times a lit­tle down cast.  I’m always amazed at how many peo­ple scoot closer into the bus stop, cross the street early, or seem […]