It has been a hard few weeks in Saint Paul. COVID, plus a police murder, plus the surfacing of generational inequities and structural violence -- there is a lot to be hurting about right now.
And I'm thankful for moments of joy and hope.
(There's a Harlan under that quilt...)
That time Sully left his football gloves in Mankato... and Grandpa courriered them right up to the cities so that he didn't have to sleep without them.
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