Downtown Minneapolis buses know the schedules, they just get a kick out of arriving whenever the hell they want.
I want to meet the woman I see every morning I’m waiting for a bus, the one riding the orange Kymco scooter down Central in the summer dresses and sweaters.
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.
I got a monorail ticket for a birthday present!
I just saw a wild turkey pecking the driver’s side front fender of a Mazda in a parking lot on Washington in downtown Minneapolis. I understand that bird.
I jogged twice today to catch buses, which is a total violation of my personal life rules. I hope to do better tomorrow.
It’s really difficult getting out of Minneapolis today for some reason.
This bus smells like vomit.
Word of the day: interminable