The “Minnesota Miracle” (Actually, Miracle #2) No, I wasn’t lucky enough to be at U.S. Bank Stadium for yesterday’s thrilling win. But, my 18 year-old son, Jordan, was. We traded these texts as the game furiously see-sawed the last three minutes (I was watching on TV at home): Me: #$@!%!# (New Orleans scores go-ahead touchdown)....Read More
You Say “Polar Vortex,” I Say “Arctic Front” It’s been a mild enough, blissfully snow-free Winter in the Twin Cities (at least so far) that overnight dustings — like last night’s — still seem novel if not a bit magical. The photo above shows one of the many picturesque bridges over the Minnehaha Creek, which...Read More
