I liked Clyde the minute I saw him. This was summer, more than twenty years ago. I had just moved to Minneapolis and Clyde was standing at the open back of his mail truck, plucking envelopes and flyers out of white bins and organizing them into complicated sheaves. He rarely said anything back then. But … Continue reading Pencil Sketch, 750 words: Clyde
Dream: to climb Machu Picchu the long, winding, non-touristy way. Dream: to live for a while (or maybe forever) in Montana or Colorado or Wyoming. Dream: to build a rock or stone terraced wall-garden-thing along the sidewalk in my front yard, fill it in with dirt and then re-plant the insanity that is my perennial … Continue reading Day Twenty-Six: Inspired by that guy with the giant red paper clip
Pigs at the trough, a photo which has nothing to do with this entry but which I chose nonetheless Despite having lived in Minneapolis for over twenty years, I still can’t get used to the skyways. For those of you who’ve never been here, the skyway system is a many-miles-long pedestrian walkway which weaves throughout … Continue reading Stranger in a stranger city
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If it can't be said in a hundred words, then it can't be said in a thousand.
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