Just discovered this link today for MN Dept of Trans traffic cams.
Right now in St Paul. That’s above zero, not below.
Sometimes the mailing lists I’m on offer poetic spam too:
see the garage, too: a long gray intestine, its doors wide open. The trucks “Very well, Fletcher. Remember what we were saying about one’s body I looked up and felt a catch in my throat. I couldn’t utter a sound. I precision flying is a step toward expressing our real nature.Everything
sins? Maybe they had gotten Buzzard? That bastard, he’d drown his own pulled out of his dive from seven thousand feet, a long gray streak firing “It’s not the ‘Borscht,’ it’s pronounced ‘Borshch.’ How many times do I rule holds for us now, of course: we choose our next world through what we
I’m holding my breath, damnit! “through what we….” what?!
Thought I had linked this here before, but I wrote an article on search indexers for the MyLibrary project last summer.