Mom and dad’s basement
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I ran this post in July of 2009 and decided that is is worth repeating. I still have stuff in my basement . . but not as much. Continue Reading
Twin Cities ranked #1 for working mothers
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Both St. Paul and Minneapolis were named number 1 on the list of the top 20 best places for working mothers in 2010 by Forbes.
Last year New York City was number one, but we beat them out this year because more emphasis was given to wages. Continue Reading
Minnesota bloggers get together
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There are so many wonderful Minnesota blogs. I think we could probably take over the world if we worked at it; after all Minnesota is the brain state.
There are some upcoming events in the Twin Cities just for bloggers or for people who are interested in blogging. Continue Reading
Flugtag breaks world record
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Last Saturday’s Red Bull Flugtag on Harriet Island in St. Continue Reading
Twin Cities and Red Bull Flugtag this weekend
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This is going to be too much fun. Flugtag means “flying day,” and there is a 30-foot ramp set up on Harriet Island ready for this Saturday, July 24, when the first homemade flying machine will take off at 1:00 PM. The event is held over the water because . . Continue Reading
Shooting from the roof in St. Paul
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A couple of weeks ago I go the opportunity to shoot from a roof. The lighting wasn’t the best, and in general I don’t like to go up, but I just had to do it — and here are some of the photos I got.
Foreclosures affect us all
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We have lived on the same block in the Upper Town Neighborhood of Saint Paul for the past twenty-eight years; twenty-one of those years in our almost 152-year-old home. It should be apparent that we love our neighborhood.
Daisy the long-legged beagle likes to take me on walks. Continue Reading
Garlic or muscle
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Muscle is the name of this sculpture but it does kind of look like garlic. It vanished from Broadway street across from the farmers market a month or so ago and it found its way to Western Sculpture Park located on the 300 block of Marion street in St. Paul. Continue Reading
Blowing up St. Paul
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It was the noisiest fourth of July ever. My dog spent most of the evening and night in the shower, afraid to venture out as neighbors fired off all sorts of fireworks. Most of them are illegal in Minnesota, but in St. Paul anything goes. This year they were professional-quality fireworks and plenty of them.
The red line
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The fifties were a very different time here in Saint Paul, and the country writ large. Many look back on those years through rose-colored glasses, you know the “Ozzie & Harriet” view of the times. As a kid, I was oblivious to at least one festering sore of that era.
At school we kids would hang with other kids without regard for color.