The news hit me like a rogue wave, washing over the calm morning. Sam Neill, dead at 78. Seventy-eight. It feels both too young and like a life fully lived,…
The news hit me like a dino stomping through a tin shack. You know that feeling when a piece of your childhood, a foundational brick in your pop culture memory,…
You're driving down Lyndale Avenue, maybe heading to Lake Harriet, minding your own business, and then you see it. A flash of red, green, and yellow. A familiar logo. And…