Noted:
It’s a privilege to learn about racism rather than to experience it.
So, yeah. I’m on the east side of St. Paul and I’m lucky not much has come close to me. But I started to cry when I saw this advice on screen.
- Be off the streets at 8:00 p.m.
- Be aware of suspicious activities/groups
- Be aware of large gatherings
- Call 911 if you are witnessing suspicious activity
- Remove anything from your lawn that could be flammable or a projectile through a window
- Store dumpsters in your garage or move to hidden area in back yard. Consider wetting down the inside contents if they have to be left outside in view.
- Keep LIGHTS ON and some windows open to hear noises that may be approaching. (use caution with windows that may be easily asked from the ground)
- Have an escape plan and a to-go bag (remember to take along any medicines you may need)
- If you need to be outside wear headlamp, bright colors and reflective clothing
- Charge cell phones. Cell towers might go out
- Have alternative ways to communicate with your neighbors and help them to make a plan in case things do get bad.
- Have garden hoses ready and untangled for possible use.
- Check your flood lights; door lights; KEEP THEM ON.
- Soak down wood fences and surfaces
- If you have a Little Free Library-empty it.
- If you have a fire extinguisher-get it ready
- Check on each other-especially older neighbors, and the vulnerable.
- For those who choose to stand outside, watching homes or businesses, do not confront anyone. Call 911, call another neighbor to be with you.
Is Memorial Listening a thing?
I think a bunch of old guys like me are thinking about Tom Sawyer, Red Barchetta, The Spirit of the Radio and similar topics whilst playing giant drum kits in our heads.
That feeling when I had left the edit window open but forgot what I had intended to write
Today marks the first day I was asked if I was eligible for a Senior Discount
I had always imagined that fatherhood would be instructive. I had no way to know how profound it might be.
I mention culture because I fear the contribution I can make as an individual isn’t enough. Or, worse, that the ideas I have about peace, love and understanding aren’t real. That’s not who humans are. We should not aspire.
I feel dumb. It took me too long to locate the song-rating functionality in the iOS 13 beta. I had thought Apple was removing it. I spent lots of time mentally architecting a solution that proved to be completely unnecessary.
The more I think about writing, the more difficult the act itself seems to become.
That feeling when you go to the break room, there’s nobody to wait for, the coffee carafe is full, and you make no spills