The late spring day in 1984 I was scheduled to take my finals at Saint John’s University — not the big St. John’s and not the Great Books St. John’s, I mean the little Catholic one in central Minnesota where my guardian angel Rob had gone to college so I went there, too — more about him in this link below —
— I hopped a train and rode in an open car ha…
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