Peeled myself from my computer chair to track down the South Minneapolis Murder that the past two weeks has tempted me to crash on my evening commute through the gloaming.
This cheery afternoon the crows are nowhere to be found, but I make the best of laced boots and prowl my old ‘hood.
I’ve always loved the west side of Joe’s Chicken Shack.
HOTTEA(-esque?) yarn lacing the fence.
The silly, sad, wonderful things we want before we die.
I liked the murder on facebook. Next time I’ll be ready.