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There's a new coffee shop in NE Minneapolis and it might be too cool for me. But I've shrugged that thought aside and decided to tap into my inner hipster - after all, I do have a tattoo. The Spyhouse has done a fantastic job of using this space. Lots of new energy is moving into my hood and while I'm thrilled by it all, I also can't get the word "gentrification" out of my head. The great thing about all this development is the emphasis on retaining the warehouse feel of the area. I certainly am invested in the development of the Central Avenue as this only benefits our local co-op. My hope is that the multitude of ethnic grocery stores and restaurants are not run out due to increased rents and increasing property values.
So I spent the morning faking it, acting like I was meant to be there in this ultra, uber cool space. I think it was the journal that kept me grounded. I'm feeling so old school these days! A journal, a paper calendar, a flip phone. All these things suddenly became retro in just a few short years.
I can hardly recognize the view out of the window. Where's the snow and ice? Gone, gone, gone...for at least another day.