Money Talks...

But it can't sing and dance
Sometimes it just squawks...
But if you'll pardon me
I'd like to say: We'd do okay...
Forever in blue jeans, babe.

Happy Saturday.
Spring has officially sprung here in downtown Minneapolis, yesterday being the turning point when we went from quarter-sized but irregularly shaped white flakes blowing up and parallel to our 27th floor windows at around 10am, to peeling off the coats down to jackets at getting-off-the-bus time.

Today, sleeves!
I'm always amazed how that happens. One day it's still dead and winter. The next day... it's not.

I also like working weekends, and am staying over, a decision made easier by a temporary closure of the main highway cutting through St. Paul this weekend to work on a bridge overpass. Got to detour through old University Avenue, and I find it's nice being immersed -- stop and go -- in history and architecture first thing in the morning. Like checking out the Chittenden-Eastman building. (It's cooler than it looks in the picture... early-morning light and all...)

In short,
another fine Saturday.