Tasty Minnesota

The geezer gang and I played two hours of tennis at Marie Park at 8:30 this morning. Not much of note to report except that I was having a bad day at the office. It has passed and by tomorrow I won't remember it at all.

The only biking on this the last day of June was an evening meander down to the Mississippi to see if I could see and hear the Taste of Minnesota (ToMn) festivities on Harriet Island. I got fairly close on my side of the river before I ran into the inevitable "Path Closed" sign near Upper Landing Park. I'm not sure why they close the biking and pedestrian paths across the river from Harriet Island, but they do it every year for ToMn. The ToMn is a big pigout for Minnesotans. A lot of restaurants have booths to sell their wares in a sort of prelude to the State Fair - and then they have fireworks. It lasts until the Fourth of July or about six days. So I took a picture across the Mighty Miss and meandered home.


The backyard tomatoes haven't made an appearance in this blog in nine days. They are growing quite fast and little tiny green fruit have appeared. And the zucchini is going to soon block out the sun. I look forward to eating luscious, red, locally grown "love apples" - as tomatoes were once called - and pretty soon.


And some scanner fun from about 1971. It is the Tousan with his competition orange Fiat in the driveway of the Santini residence in Fort Wayne, Indiana. The Santini children were the small loud ones (SLOs) of their time. Once again: tempus fugit.