Minneapolis

We are here in Minneapolis, adjusting to the wetter, more humid climate.

This is a grittier and grimier city, more chaotic, less planned than Denver. I love it already.

My first foray was in the Warehouse district at the end of the light rail at 10pm on Sunday night---jam packed with the clubbers and scenesters and go go girls and boys.

My second foray was waiting for the bus just North of town, next to a mosque which was across the street from a public housing project watching people drink liquor and smoke dope at 10am.

My third foray was near the hostel, in little Vietnam where there are more Pho joints than you can shake a stick at.

Delightful and easy, a city of layers, a place whose energy and cacophony and homeliness and neighborhoods are made visible, made more pronounced, by the ostentatious black cars and suits and blondes brought here by the Republicans.