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TWISP | This Week In Saint Paul: Monday, November 16th – Sunday, November 22nd, 2015

As the real world continues to creep closer than nostalgic comfort, one might engage in the tendency to hide. We can pretend that the lines drawn on our geographies will keep us safe and sane, but our hearts have always been more porous than walls and fences. We can hide, or we can engage and shake the truths out of the confusion. Art helps.


TWISP | This Week In Saint Paul: Monday, November 9th – Sunday, November 15th, 2015

This is that hard part of autumn for me, when all the baseball is done and the rain has knocked the leaves off the trees, still with their warm-colored hues, but helpless on the ground, maybe to be raked or swept up or maybe to wait for the snow blanket where they will sleep until it is time for baseball again.



Celebrating Ten Years of the Saint Paul Almanac!

Saint Paul Almanac celebrates its first decade with a grand book release party for its new literary collection, Saint Paul Almanac: A Ten-Year Retrospective. (Aug. 5, 2015) SAINT PAUL—The Saint Paul Almanac will celebrate its first decade of annual publications in its yearly book release party on Thursday, September 10, at the Black Dog Coffee and […]

Illustrations © Leann E . Johnson/lea-way.com

Old Rondo

we were Ferris
wheel watchers
firefly fighters
dollar store cap gun
cops and
Sunday creased collars
private school scholars
giving the church basket
the dollars our mothers
slipped into our pockets
seconds before.

Ferdinand Uebel, 1950 
Courtesy Minnesota Historical Society

Going to the Library

Early on, my library card was one of my most precious possessions. This small piece of heavy card stock, about three by four inches, was my passport to the adventure of other worlds, and also to my own adventures.

© Clifford M. Renshaw/Minnesota Historical SocietyThe Angus Hotel at 165 North Western Avenue, 1971.

Selby Avenue, 1970

As a teenager I drove grain trucks, pickup trucks, and Massey Ferguson tractors for farmers in the Red River Valley. I hauled oats, corn, and soybeans and drove alongside combines as wheat poured into truck beds. I plowed fields and threw straw bales. While not an idyllic life by any means, it was a life of sunshine and even golder harvest moons.