Posted: June 2nd, 2011 
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On the hundredth anniversary of an incredible bridge over the St. Croix River, I join a small pilgrimage.
 My first StarTribune.com blog post is about the June I decided to write every day all month long, and all the sights and sounds I recorded of Minnesota’s finest month.  It was hot Sunday, and humid. The air was heavy. At the urging of my amazing partner, who said that summer only seems too short when you pass on opportunities to get out and enjoy it, I went fishing, though my primary purpose was to stand in a river.  “There’s a river running through the city / Gently reminding me what’s what.” – Dawes, When You Call My Name  On listening to bluegrass on the air and in-person at the St. Paul Farmer’s Market. |
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