Here with my dad, Ron

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 After 2 weeks back in New Orleans, on Nov. 15 I arrived here in Spring Park Minnesota, where my dad resides in a dementia unit of a care facility.  This is a unique and intense emotional as well as physical journey.  I am squeezing this post in early Sunday morning, while dad is still sleeping.  Soon we will begin the day, and I promise to return with another post and will try to report from this very different place I find myself in now.

From New Orleans' newest bicycle bridge, Wisner street City Park

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