The old city of saints opens its hand again this morning, its claw of money and glass rosaries. I never say no. Together we have broken bread, promises, hearts, whatever drags beneath our muddy river. I put my bare hand … Continue reading
Category Archives: Twin Cities
After-dinner chalk art.
After I finished the day’s writing yesterday afternoon, I met up with Gina, who was headed from Ames to Chicago via Minneapolis. (It’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other, so I was glad she was willing to detour for … Continue reading
Roselawn, a new cemetery on the northern edge of St. Paul, had one geographical oddity. Its northern border ran east to west a few hundred feet above Dena’s grave along the forty-fifth parallel of north latitude, placing Roselawn notationally halfway … Continue reading
Don’t know lutefisk? The Wikipedia entry is quite comprehensive. Basically, it’s the loving preparation of white fish soaked in lye until it is caustic and then soaked in water until it’s safe to eat. I haven’t had occasion to try … Continue reading