Thank you, residents of Minneapolis, for your quiet neighborhoods on the edge of the airport, and one block away from freeways, and perched along the Mississippi River.
Thank you for your tidy houses, garages and bedrooms under construction, wobbly handrails, broken doorbells and welcoming porches.
Thank you for your autumn flower beds in russet, white and yellow, for your carved Halloween pumpkins (now left as food for squirrels), for your bright entry lights and your darkened alcoves.
Thank you for your neatly swept sidewalks and sidewalks covered in yellow leaves that whispered underfoot.
Thank you for your lawn art created from hardware and found objects and cement, your painted birdhouses and beckoning Adirondack chairs, your solar-powered path lights and whimsical door knockers.
Thank you for supporting your corner churches with the stately steeples and the hardware-store-turned-church, and the Chinese takeout, and the aquarium store, and the auto-body shop tucked at the intersection.
Thank you for your furry family members, who watch from your windows and answer your doorbells, the lively dogs and inquisitive cats, and that quiet Golden Retriever who kept silent watch out your front door.
Thank you for your candidate lawn signs, school referendum signs, rainbow signs of welcome, construction signs, mosquito-control signs, your Little Free Libraries, and even for the scary zombies erupting from your front lawns.