Madge-World: Welcome to it.

If I could only find something to pack this in, someone is going to find this in their mailbox.

Circa 1936 from the collection of the incomparable Uncle Billy. It’s time to let it go.

hipstersandhobos:

Boom Island from the Plymouth Ave. bridge. A big storm rolled in. Thunder + lightning + fireworks = great finish to the Aquatennial week.

It’s a thin line between the north side and northeast.

hipstersandhobos:

Private residence or money laundering operation. You be the judge. 17th Ave. And 4th St., NE.

My block-by-block inventory of northeast Minneapolis continues. OK. So, I’ve only done two blocks. I’ve got nothing but time.

Spotted on the street on Marshall Ave. A Pontiac Parisienne. Mint. Sweet. Let’s take it for a spin.

My new neighborhood has the best little (and I mean minuscule) coffee shop in town.

My new neighborhood lacks alleys.

My new neighborhood is patriotic.

My new neighborhood is down on its luck.

After Second Breakfast, or was it Elevensies, I can’t keep it all straight, I worked up a powerful hunger that could be satisfied only by a trip to the Gardens of Salonica. Now I exude the sweet odor of garlic.

Vampires, beware.