Last week I was in Minneapolis without a car. By necessity (I was on a pre-conference site visit) I stayed close to the convention center. Social interactions were scheduled and constrained by how far I could walk. Consequently my impressions are limited; let’s call it drive-by-ethnography.
Minneapolis’ Nicollet Mall
A native New Yorker, prone to regional chauvinism, I’ve always enjoyed visiting the cities of the Midwest. When my first marriage was falling apart it was relatively easy for me to manufacture a meeting in Madison and flee the Continue reading
An Honest Con 