Happy Thanksgiving America! It was probably time I get on with my life anyway. I'd make a good ghost creeping through a plethora of environments without too much concern for my own mortality. Minneapolis has been home for so long I know it well . I am hopeful that the recovery will continue and that more small businesses will return. Lake Street is looking good but still has patches of vacant reminders. I don't know if I will ever live there again. I get more for less outside the city boundaries and I can drop in when I want to visit friends or make purchases. The city will probably continue to gentrify and "redline" till it is a playground for wealthy people. That's usually the trend for most desirable cities. If I was rich I'd live somewhere warmer like Austin TX or Australia. One of the problems is the price of housing. Young people are scarce and aren't studying construction. The economy depends on immigrants but this puts more pressure on housing affordablity and the homeless encampments are constantly raided and moved. The solution would be to employ recent immigrants in construction if the more established citizens don't want to do dirty and dangerous construction jobs. Though I at times feel stupid for knowing how to work on houses and not be able to afford one. But this is just an outside perspective from a former resident. I have a new bedroom to worry about in the halo outside the limits. The three dangerous parts of town are eanie, meanie, and money. It will surely entertain on the nightly news. I high-fived the Mayor at Pride once. I"ll just let my media femme decide where we should live, and I"ll just keep a Tibetan mind somewhere else.
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