Sometimes I’m not as smart as I look. In general, walking the 1.85 miles to work is a good thing. But today. Sigh. There were more than three strikes against me. I headed out on an empty stomach (empty, save for a cup of coffee), wearing flip-flops (not intended for long distances) and black pants on a hot and hazy morning. And was forced to wend my way through the myriad obstacles presented by the Taste of Minnesota, which sprung up on my route overnight. The last is an annual event that was relocated from the cramped Capitol grounds to my scenic side of the river…but it encroaches on our territory too much. We can’t even park on our street without a permit. The tradeoff is five nights of fireworks, easily seen from our computer room window, without the mosquitoes. And on the last night…The Violent Femmes are playing a free show. Oh, how I loved them in the eighth grade.
