There are much worse plans for a lazy summer afternoon than buying a book from Moon Palace, getting a drink to go at Peace Coffee, and sitting on a bench reading in the shade of a honey locust tree on a tiny public triangle.
There are just six one-of-a-kind cars on the lot at Mini Motors in Minneapolis, a business whose humble origins can be traced to a used shipping crate.
Each of these loping streets is named for a University of Minnesota president: Coffey, Folwell, Northrop, Morrill, Burton, Coffman.
The Longfellow booksellers on the pressures of owning a business, the shifting publishing landscape, and what’s in a name.
On a recent weekend afternoon, I took a lengthy walking tour of three stations near Lake Street.
Two disparate older styles — intimate, rural hobo markings and bold, colorful urban spray-painted vistas — have fused into a contemporary style.
There is a lot to see around Minnehaha Falls, both natural and man-made.
Storefronts are venues for potential transformation — and half of making art is recognizing potential.