Make No Small Plans

Beltane                                                                      Early Growth Moon

The record heat, here for only one day, has receded and we’re about to get more normal May temps.  70’s and 80’s.  Good for work outside.  Today the second planting of beets, gathering soil for a soil test and checking the bees.  Gotta put a pollen patty out there, too.

The big redevelopment plan for the area west of the Metrodome looks pretty good to me.  That area has sat almost fallow as far as urban land goes for a long time.  Back in 1975 or so, a really long time ago, I chaired the Minneapolis Year 2000 25 year planning process for the central community which included downtown.

Back then we pushed residential uses to the perimeter of the business district and eliminated a planned grocery store.  The concept, if I recall correctly, was to keep neighborhoods intact and to encourage the development of neighborhood business districts which we felt a downtown grocery store would inhibit.

Times change.  I love the idea of the Yard, a great park, two blocks long, a central park mini.  Green space is critical to the health of urban areas and once its gone, that is built upon, it’s very difficult to recover it.  This would be such an opportunity.  Higher density housing and strong commercial development can make that possible.

The stadium?  Pahh.  A plague on all football houses.  Each of the newer breed of NFL charity homes, Habitat for Football, involves working folks ponying up tax revenues to line the profits of already rich owners who share in lucrative television contracts as well.  The public good here escapes me.

And I like football.  Sort of.  Those concussions have begun to gradually wear away at my football fanboy.

Anyhow the Crystal Football Cathedral made those of us in this house wonder about the A.C.  That’s right, air conditioning.  Looks like a lot of thermal gain to me and this Viking ship will not have a cooling sea breeze to carry away the heat.  Not to mention 90 foot doors.  Whoosh, there goes the A.C.  I’m sure they’ve got this covered.  Don’t they?