From the Beginning: Forums, Theater, and Music

From the Beginning: Forums, Theater, and Music

I grew up in the Dale-Selby neighborhood of Saint Paul. To be more exact, we lived in the upstairs of a duplex just off the corner of Dayton and St. Albans, one block from Dale and one block from Selby. Then, as now, it was a neighborhood of mostly small single-family...
Wokiksuye

Wokiksuye

Driving back from the reservation, I cross a small bridge into Saint Paul. I feel the troubled waters. I think of my grandfather’s people,the Dakota. I think of how they lived by the water, how they made fire by the water. I think of how my people, the Dakota, my...
A Misty Dream of Glacial Saint Paul

A Misty Dream of Glacial Saint Paul

For the past few summers, I have led geology tours around the Twin Cities for community education courses. The tours usually involve features such as caves, springs, and waterfalls. One of the big local geology stories is the upstream retreat of the waterfalls at the...
Fabel’s Shoe Store

Fabel’s Shoe Store

On Saturdays when I was a kid, my friends and I took the streetcar—later the bus—to downtown Saint Paul. Sometimes we went to the library, where the wise librarians knew how to help active boys find books that would hold their interest and keep them coming back for...
Osceola, Osceola

Osceola, Osceola

We were moving to Saint Paul after a year in Ireland, all ten of us packed into a tiny Fiat station wagon for the drive from New York to a big house on an even bigger hill set on Osceola Avenue. I rolled the street name on my tongue, then whispered it a few times. It...
A Copy Boy’s Tale

A Copy Boy’s Tale

It was a little before seven on the morning of June 1, 1966, when I entered the stately building at 55 East Fourth Street and hurried up the stairs. Just out of high school, I was ready to begin the summer job I had dreamed about for months: copy boy at the St. Paul...