Summer Paychecks And Elevator Courage
A Different Feel The summer of 1974 felt different from the very beginning. Patrick could not have explained exactly why.
A Different Feel The summer of 1974 felt different from the very beginning. Patrick could not have explained exactly why.
The steps were old enough to creak even when nobody moved. They belonged to a narrow, two-story house with tired
It was the kind of summer night in 1968 that made everything feel a little too still. The air over
February wind cut through Minneapolis like a blade. It seemed like it came off the frozen Mississippi and ran straight
The heat had finally let go of the day. Not all at once—summer never did anything politely—but in slow concessions.
It was one of those slow-burning summer Saturdays on the Southside of Minneapolis, the kind where the sun sat high
Cathy really liked David. No—she really liked him. It had started the way most things did at Central High in
Spring came slowly to Minneapolis in 1969. The snow had melted weeks earlier, but the earth still seemed to remember
The photograph could have been taken on any warm summer Saturday afternoon in the early 1970s on the Southside of
The sun had been sitting on South Minneapolis all day like a heavy hand. By late afternoon the air above