This morning I woke up at a PPG pilot’s house to find that the weather wasn’t flyable:

I drove into Minneapolis and spent some time visiting with my parents and my brother and his family.  After spending Shabbos in St. Louis Park, I picked up Trish and the kids at the airport.  We spent the week at a hotel near by brother’s house.

Most mornings we went for walks around the lakes near my brother’s house:

Whenever we walked by this restaurant, I felt I was in danger:

Trish and the kids flew home on Friday, and I repositioned to spend St. Louis Park for Shabbos.