Who will we be without this place? And where else could home be? When we left Saint Paul, I convinced myself that we could move back when the kids were grown. We would want one of those craftsman bungalows with bedrooms on one floor. We could get to the coffee shop, restaurants, the theater, museum [...]
St Paul was not the twin of Minneapolis. For me it was more like a distant cousin. A gray old city way over there. I grew up on the west side by Medicine Lake, way over here. I visited downtown St Paul only once with my mother to buy tickets to see the Monkees during their [...]
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