Catching the Green Line westbound at Dale. My St. Paul chapter has come to a close.
There are way too many St. Anthonys around here.
Word of the day (and near future): perambulate
February me made a bunch of commitments March me is barely ready to handle, but March me’s got this. April me is going to be on top of the world.
At 37 °F, it’s warm enough for flesh tones to return to view on Twin Cities sidewalks.
Grey suits this Monday.
Winter skies in Minnesota are good for my heart.
I’m going to fire every one of you local people who failed to bring me to Cossetta over the last two years. We’re done.