Bronx to Bushville: An autobiographical manifesto

I attended–note, did not graduate from–a small, parochial college situated in downtown Minneapolis. (Elliot Park, for those who are familiar with the area.) We were steps from the erstwhile Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome, then-home of the Minnesota Twins.

And when I got there, those Twins sucked.

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