Her brief time in St. Paul was fraught with family troubles, but a dear friend and St. Clement’s Church provided some relief.
A stroll through the eyes of Sinclair Lewis’ most famous characters reveals “the City” in all its lushness and complexity — then and now.
White Bear Lake sports more than 20 shanties, running the gamut from high-concept participatory venues to modest, low-participation structures.
Hand-lettering, dazzling endpapers, upper- and lowercase lettering all reveal a rich history.
It’s a beautiful spot, high atop those bluffs, as scenically remarkable as any point along the Upper Mississippi River.
Most prominent in the snow-covered landscape are a series of structures designed by Sidney Lovell in the 1920s.
Within a few minutes of the first couple of exits on I-94 East, there are no less than six fully stocked, fully staffed liquor stores.
Mike Evangelist still lives in the Twin Cities, and is still an enthusiastic photographer.
In the absence of stellar holiday window displays: a guerrilla art project replicates bus-stop-bench ads, former garages find new life, and more.
The Nicollet Mall statue of Mary Richards is a perfect 10 on the MTM art accessibility scale. For Hubert Humphrey’s likenesses, you have to look around a bit.
The term shows up on “ghost signs,” but also on signs for currently existing companies and around warehouses, usually on a non-public door or the bottom of a sign, in industrial parks.
If you drive into San Francisco expecting a Wild West-style ghost town, with swinging doors opening up to abandoned saloons, you will be disappointed.
The stretch of Lake Street to the west of Hiawatha, running to I-35W, is more fluid and more prone to transformation than the eastern stretch.
Minneapolis’ mill ruins are reminders of the industry that built the city, and are still part of its DNA in odd and unexpected ways.
Each of these loping streets is named for a University of Minnesota president: Coffey, Folwell, Northrop, Morrill, Burton, Coffman.
At various times, it has been a sleepy lakefront village, a suburb, a historic settlement, a resort town, a tourist attraction, a bedroom community and a transit hub.
I looked west from St. Paul and there stood a stark pillar, rising higher than anything we’d ever known. They called it the IDS, but that’s not the term Uncle Kenny used.
I knew that walking the line would be difficult because of all the barriers, the likes of freeways and railroad tracks, but I made it through the 2.5-mile trek.
Railroad Island is little-known, rounded up as part of the larger Payne-Phalen area, or dismissed as a bygone part of the city’s industrial history.
One of the things I love about this city is that even after four years I haven’t run out of new sights to discover.