When will we learn? My cities (St Paul and Minneapolis) are, literally, on fire.
“No justice, no peace.” We demand justice for the murder of George Floyd.
Curfews are in place. Peaceful protests continue. We walked through our neighborhood this afternoon. A very different place. The world has seen the images. Cities around the country are joining in protest.
Here is my home community:
Happy Friday to our furriends around the world ♥️♥️
We got outside for a bit to check on the neighborhood. The Mississippi River is running high and fast and the car wash is closed (much to the dismay of the gentleman pictured in this post) but people are out and about.
It is graduation season and Father’s Day is just around the corner. It is also time to take a moment to celebrate old friends. I met up with a dear friend of 40 years to spend a few hours chatting while the Mississippi River- still overflowing the banks- rolled on by. Today, our nephew David hosted a graduation brunch :).
Dad and me in 1969:
Spending time with Gaile by the Mississippi at City House St Paul MN
…and the High School grad, David, with his Mom and Dad:
The trio in the screened window incorporates one adopted by the foster parents (the little gal in the middle) and the two Tuxies still waiting for their furrever home.