Brandon Kennedy

Close to 650 federal agents remain in Minnesota weeks after border czar announced end of operation There are still more than quadruple the 150 agents Tom Homan said there would be in the state by the end of last week.

They’re still lying to us.

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I’m rugged as hell because my maternal grandfather was a WWII Navy vet and a union carpenter, and my paternal grandfather ran dump trucks that hauled black dirt and molding sand all throughout the Minnesota River Valley.

I like using those options too. Anything is better than selling to someone you know and getting caught in a soap opera.

Two years ago this week I sold an extra concert ticket to a guy who turned out to be stalking and harassing a woman who was also going to the show. He got drunk and disappeared. I ran into the woman and she made a pass at me. Twice. That’s why I always sell my tickets through StubHub now.

Hi, hello, not a bot, former English major, we exist

Dude, Read a Novel Challenge

D’s Banh Mi at 38th and Nicollet in Mpls

Big beautiful banh mi

First Wednesday Sandwich Siren Awoooooo

Reading is an out-of-body experience

coffee is a mind-altering drug

Ant hits a three, makes a superb block and grabs the ball

I’ve found them several times at Cub in Bloomington and Target in Richfield

What a run! Wishing you a fast recovery

Me riding my bike

reporting from the saddle, I’m seeing bright sunshine and fine bicycling weather across the minneapolis-st. paul metropolitan area

All-dressed chips are available here in the Twin Cities. I love them.

Ducks eating grain spilled by a rail car at golden hour

unsolicited duck pic

It’s because they’re delivering the goods 💚

One honk for Sour Cream & Dill
Two honks for Jalapeño & Cheddar

“Keep all them fascists underground”
- Margo Price

Kid 1 in crib

Kid 2 in crib

Kid 3 in crib

Two kids disassembling their crib

This crib survived all three of my kids and now it belongs to another family

I couldn’t help it. They threw me out.

Margo Price and me, old pals

Margo & moi, Mr VIP

Miss Margo Price is playing at First Ave tonight. I have a ticket for the VIP experience which includes tour memorabilia and a private pre-concert mini-show. I’m not allowed to take video or pictures of the private show. I’m going to try sneaking in a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

I drank a mushroom tea with honey and cinnamon, and then I sat by a warm fireplace with a book. After some time the ceiling started breathing and the walls began waving and the rug on the floor rippled like a flag caught in a breeze. Has anything like that ever happened to you?

Not me at Costco awkwardly complimenting a guy on his Saint Paul jacket in the bakery.

Me, wearing the Saint Paul jacket and standing by my very blue garage

The 1st National Bank building in St Paul

My wife asked me to try on the iconic St. Paul Jacket. I was happy to oblige.

Holy smokes

Well at least domestically, my neighbors are still in hiding.

I like to think the president will die soon. I like to think he’s earned a special place in Hell. It brings me immense comfort to imagine his eternal suffering.

so sick of evil rich people making our short lives hell