Happy Birthday, F. Scott Fitzgerald

It’s my sister’s birthday, too. She’s 45 29. Scotty would be 116. This weekend, I went on a tour of his old stomping grounds. My cousin accompanied me so I wouldn’t have to be all by myself, taking an historic tour with a bunch of strangers on a Saturday afternoon. What a good sport. I…

Impressions of Minnesota

Rather, I should say these are my impressions of the small portion of Saint Paul I’ve inhabited for the past couple of weeks. I suspect it may not be representative of the whole. Either that, or the “Minnesota nice” thing is lies. LIES. When I was a sophomore in high school, we performed Meredith Wilson’s…