I wake up in this shady suburb of Minneapolis and the household is slow to rise on Saturdays. I have the rare pleasure of reading in bed before I brush my teeth. It is good to be in the home of two adult women. Matters flow smoothly and we go about our personal business without someone expecting a meal or a shirt ironed.
It is Pride weekend, a two-day event of which I will never see the likes in my redneck town of farmers and pool hall customers. And Jane and I check it out.
It's easy to like Minneapolis.
Later I take my walk on a nearby hiking trail and no one makes eye contact, big cities are great for their anonymity. Back home strangers would try to lure me in, start a conversation, want to introduce me to their dog, jeesh.