My Life in Pictures
MY FIRST HOUSE IN MINNEAPOLIS
Or as I call it, My Ancestral Homestead
A Room With a View
Yeah, okay, this isn't my first house. But it's what I had to stare at for 17 years. It's Minnehaha Academy, a private high school
directly across the street from my house. Except when I lived there, it had a soccer field, bleachers, and fence between us.
The only good thing about that place is that every summer someone would cut the chain lock on the tennis court and we could play
whenever we wanted.
As for the actual house I grew up in, I don't have any good stories. It was a great house built around 1905. It had a
coal room in the basement with a slanted floor that I'd always try to slide down.
Uh... shock value: my neighbor's dog got run over by the mayor (it really wasn't the mayor's fault. New exhuberant puppy, quick
dash out the front door, approaching car).
And... scientific value: my neighbor friend's father pioneered pheremone research at the University of Minnesota. I used to play
with the lab animals. Which is creepy in hindsight.
I think he's a dean now.
She was an interesting neighbor. Her mom had a full-size loom in the sunroom, she introduced me to Atari, Macs, and even email
(her dad did a stint in some Scandinavian country around 1985 and she showed me how she could type on her computer and he would get her letter
15
minutes later. I remember really not understanding how that was possible. Who knew...).
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