Today I meet my last class. That door jammed with balloons on the right is the entrance to my office. I'm going to miss these people.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
April 28, 2009
One coffee was brewed a half hour before the picture was taken, the other is 24 hours old.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
April 23, 2009
My colleagues threw a retirement party for me at Jimmy's Pour House tonight. Just about everybody who's anybody was there.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
April 22, 2009
Crews installed the storm sewer intesection for our block today. After tomorrow we will never see it again. Included mudflap girl for scale.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
April 16, 2009
At the end of our block is where this water pipe came from, about 15 foot down. Workers guess it's about 50 years old.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
April 14, 2009
Adam Lewis's picture of LaVona is in the latest edition of the Upper Midwest Harvest, a journal of student writing and photography at St. Cloud State University.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
April 9, 2009
In recent years some of the most interesting work by St. Cloud State University art students transcends traditional media categories. Mark Smith, for example, is a photography major but in this small show at Kiehle Art Visual Art Center he showed six interactive LED/sounds works, each centered on a manufactured item which hint of danger but turn out to be harmless and ironic. Lift the phone and you may may record a message and/or hear a message by a previous user.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
April 4, 2009
1949, the war was over, let the good times roll. During the depression Len saved enough money from trucking moonshine to Chicago to buy a fancy place on the lake and a speed boat to go with it. Business partners from all over came to drink, ride around the lake in the Ventnor, and laiugh about the good old days.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
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Dec. 28, 2007
In the waning years of WW II, we were living in Rockville Center, Long Island, I was about 12 and dad was dying of a brain tumor. Mom said NYC was no place for a widow to bring up a child, so she packed us up and we took a train to her childhood home in Detroit Lakes Minnesota. That's where she met and married this widower. He was a clothing salesman and outdoorsman.
Dec. 27, 2007
Hamburger at Petes Place