Bathrobe Lady

Sam Stroozas “Bathrobe Lady” —Leila Navidi, Minnesota Star Tribune

This image captures a scene in St. Paul, Minnesota last week during an incident involving ICE. The central figure in the light-green bathrobe and slippers is Sam Stroozas, a producer for Minnesota Public Radio. Stroozas, who lives only blocks away, rushed to the scene of the car crash that involved federal agents without changing clothes to record the results of their high-speed chase of an immigrant, who was later hospitalized.

This photo deserves a Pulitzer. It so perfectly captures the dichotomy of peaceful Minnesota “Nice” facing down government oppression. The fact that this picture was taken after the announcement of the supposed drawdown of Federals should not be lost. It is emblematic of both ICE actions and the citizen response that has been seen daily these last few months in Minneapolis.

Today is President’s Day, a holiday where we celebrate our former great leaders. Leaders elected to represent all of the people, not just the ones who voted for them. Today, we do not have a president, at least not one who cares about us. With his thugs killing people in the street and his threats to cancel our elections, he hopes to cow us into submission. Let people like this lady show us how to resist them, peacefully documenting their crimes, so that someday they may be brought to justice and our freedoms restored.

Monterey House Update

Monterey House’s Entry at Dusk

After months being on the market our house for sale in Monterey has finally received an offer. The initial offer was lower than what we wanted, so we counter offered. Our counter is now on the table. I do not know if these negotiations will go anywhere or not. All I can say it feels good to be asked.

However, this plays out, it will do so within a background of travel. Frank and Chris are headed to Hawaii, while Anne and I will backfill them by going to Monterey. Hopefully, this sales opportunity will have played out, one way or the other, during this period, because when Chris returns, we will head east again, all the way to Boston. We will be flying throughout these travels, and I am really looking forward to all of these flights amidst a government shutdown. 🙁

If the house does sell, then we will have to move. The buyer has shown some interest in the furniture, plus we have a couple of brokers lined up. Whatever happens, we will get it done. If this sale should fall through, it will at least act as an impetus to get us moving out. Maybe I can put Jay and Carl to work? 😉

Teal We Meet Again

Teal We Meet Again

Anne cut and dyed her hair blue. Just in time for Valentine’s. It looks nice but still leaves me strangely unsettled. Wayback when we first moved to the Lou, we went to the Muny, short for municipal opera. It is a huge outdoor amphitheater in the center of Forest Park that routinely exposes its audience to our sweltering summer weather. What cooling there is, is supplied by airplane props pointed towards the sky. The noise that they made limited their use to only intermission, leaving us to sweat during the shows. Now they have more quiet, modern fans. Anyway, into this environment we went and were met by the blue haired old ladies. These were old grannies who had held their seats for years. Their hair coloring was more subtle than Anne’s, more of a sheen off of their otherwise white hair than an actual coloration. Anne’s is dynamic and makes a statement.