Monday, August 07, 2006

Gone fishing... all the marquee says now.

It turns out the rumors of the Vikings demise have not been greatly exaggerated.

The first place I ever whetted my whistle in Minneapolis, a scant 20 feet from my back door, with the best music you'll find in town, is now closed.

And suddenly the world is just a little less cooler than it was before.

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