On September 24 I drove down to Lanesboro, MN to confront my mortality on the Root River Trail.   I would walk and walk and muse on my advancing age.  My mortality didn't show up but adventure did -- a fellow with a titanium hip, a WW1 Tank that had disappeared from Preston, MN  appearing in the mists, a happy happy ending.  Here are my adventures.

My last noontime walk with the wit and raconteur T. Gluesing.  We wander about Minneapolis.  Discuss how Tom, now longer gainfully employed, might survive (or did I cut that?) and then...adventure!

I met Bill P outside of  a certain grand hotel on Broadway. He has lived there for the last forty years -- the old owners insisting that he always be allowed to stay before they sold the hotel.  Bill is the only man ever to knock down Jake Lamotta (Lamotta took a dive early on...always regretted it but that's another story).  Anyway, here's Bill's account.  More adventures of Bill P to follow.

There. Then.