
That's me in the living room of my apartment in St. Paul, which I was in from September 2004 to July 2006, when I left for more spacious digs on Malcolm in Prospect Park, and from there a year later to the house Stephanie and I bought on Cambridge, safely back in St. Paul after my only Minneapolis residence as a grown-up.
Here's Laura in a telling view of the situation:

The flood of books and paper, both mine and my daughters', was a big factor prompting the move. Plus this futon couch, which the girls slept on before the arrival of the Christmas bunk bed, was neglected and begging for a room of its own, or, at least, to unplug itself from the densely-packed living room on Marshall Avenue.

The flood of books and paper, both mine and my daughters', was a big factor prompting the move. Plus this futon couch, which the girls slept on before the arrival of the Christmas bunk bed, was neglected and begging for a room of its own, or, at least, to unplug itself from the densely-packed living room on Marshall Avenue.
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