So long, pal(s).

We are leaving Minneapolis Tuesday. Next stop in this real-time adventure -- North Carolina. But before we go, I want to say thanks to everybody and everything involved in the painting of my Minnesota memories.

After living up here for six years, I am convinced Norman Rockwell was a school crossing guard in South Minneapolis before he became an American icon. The people up here have a quiet sweetness. Ever helpful, ever friendly.

Admittedly, I wondered what was wrong with you people when Krispy Kreme failed.  And I never quite got used to taking my shoes off before entering your house.

A special thanks to the passing parade in front of our porch. The school children. And the squirrels. Angels and hellions all mixed together. Here’s a special shout-out to the evening thunderstorms viewed from the porch -- until the lightning gets too close. Good show.

The Moving Sale starts this morning. Gotta go. The Mystery Woman just got up. She’s my muse. Which, dare I say, she finds amusing. 

But she made it all possible. And fun.