from streets.mn by Sam Newberg
You may laugh at the notion about having a place to celebrate a Vikings Super Bowl victory. Lest we forget we have a champion, the Lynx, and as Jay Walljasper points out, the Twins won the World Series twice but we had and still have no place to celebrate. The larger point isn’t that we are hoping for a Super Bowl championship, although that would be wonderful. The real measure of our success is if downtown has a public space that is the natural gathering place in which to celebrate that victory. That will only happen if The Yard is a place to celebrate our city every day.
from The Deets by Ed Kohler
When I use the term “healthcare” I use it to refer to what doctors do for patients.
But, when Sen. Nienow used the term, he used it to describe access to health insurance for those who don’t have access through their parents, their places of employment, medicare, VA, or private insurance plans.
These are obviously two different takes on the same term.
from Minnesota Prairie Roots by Audrey Kletscher Helbling
THE BODY OF A SECOND CHILD, as yet unidentified, was recovered late Thursday afternoon from the ruins of the Bernadette and Matt Thooft home, according to numerous news reports. Authorities found the first child’s body late Wednesday. Their names and ages have not yet been released.
Bernadette and Matt and several children escaped the fire.
A Vesta firefighter, Neal Hansen, remains hospitalized with serious leg injuries after he slipped on ice and was run over by a fire truck.
from Thoughts Towards a Better World by Dick Bernard
Ten years ago, early morning on this date, December 6, 2003 – a Saturday – I waited to board our flight from Minneapolis to Miami and thence on to Port-au-Prince, Haiti. There were six in our party, led by Paul Miller of Woodbury: Jeanne Morales, Andy Fisher, Jeff and Rita Nohner, and myself. Except for Paul, none of us had ever been to Haiti, a mysterious place to me.
Eight days later we returned: a life experience which forever changed me, for the better.
from Dating Dementia by Nancy Wurtzel
People have emailed me wanting to know more about my mother, Helen Katherine Finnie Ogle, who died last week after living with Alzheimer’s for eight years. Here is a little about her childhood.
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