Minnesota: Land of Our Father

I blog at you from downtown Minneapolis, stop number 13 out of 13 on this tour. I’m reading tonight at the Barnes & Noble in Roseville.

(I should be working on my book, but I got up at 5 this morning and therefore don’t have enough brain-energy-coupons to do real work.)

I’ve only been here a handful of times, but it’s where my father grew up, and where a lot of his side of the family still live. I don’t know much about my dad’s early life — he’s not a share-y kind of father in that way — but I think he was the first from his family to go to college. His father ran a local car dealership by the name of Grossman Chevrolet.

My father went away to Massachusetts for college. I don’t think he ever really lived in Minnesota again.

So my main memory of Minneapolis has nothing to do with my family. It’s this: In 2004 I came here to interview some political bloggers, and afterwards I went to a really good Italian restaurant where I had grappa for the first time.

That was memorable. Not unrelated: that was also the first (and last) time I told a waitress she reminded me of Gates McFadden. Sorry about that, wherever you are. But the resemblance really was uncanny.

I Googled the former family business, with the idea of maybe making a pilgrimage there. Not going to happen: looks like GM shut it down last year.

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2 Responses to “Minnesota: Land of Our Father”

  1. Rita says:

    It was a very fun reading. It’s amazing you had anything left to give to us, your last audience. My son and I enjoyed it a lot. As he gets deeper into his teens, there are fewer things that the two of us can share, so it was especially cool to be able to do this together. Although my Horshack moment over the mention of The Secret History might have embarrassed him a bit. It was just so true, what the woman behind me said about The Magicians and The Secret History and I wish I’d would have fist-bumbed her for sharing her thoughts with the whole group.

    But, what happens at the end of the story?

    And, do you love Eoin Colfer? I wanted to ask that, too.

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