Author: rakemag

  • Notes and Corrections

    In our “Murder By Numbers” piece, we included three homicides by members of the Minneapolis Police Department. We then received a few phone calls from angry and/or curious readers who wanted to know why we’d done such a thing. Here’s the answer: We included them because they are part of the violence we described in the story. This was not to suggest in any way that these were murders. They were not. Nevertheless, they were the taking of a life by another person. That is the definition of homicide.

    In his “Murder By Numbers” essay, writer Frank Clancy refers to a November bus-stop shooting and notes that the victim survived. But later, because of an editing error, that incident is referred to as “that November bus-stop murder.”

    In the accompanying list of all 2006 homicides, we stated that charges had been dropped against Darryl D. Johnson Jr., 17, of Minneapolis, in the murder of Courtney Brown, No. 46 on our list. Second-degree murder charges were dropped, but were replaced with first-degree charges. Johnson is in custody awaiting trial.

    In the case of No. 51, Trevor Robert Marsh, a 17-year-old student at South High, we transposed some ages of those charged with his murder. Raine Cee Neiss, who is charged with the murder, is 16 years old. George M. Boleo, 25, and Tia M. Dropik, 18, are charged with being accomplices. We regret these errors.

  • Boys Night

    Brian Turner, Sean Bernard and John Cosgrove in some Irish Pub that they can’t remember anything about, except the bill was 150 euros when all was said and done.

    Brian Turner, Sean Bernard and John Cosgrove

  • 2Pooped2Pop

    OMAB: Oh, my achin’ back

    BIMD: Back in my day

    NIMH: Not in my house

    WTD: What the devil?

    LOL: Lots of luck

    PTIYPASI: Put that in your pipe and smoke it

    TMWP: Take my wife, please.

    SAN: Stuff and nonsense

    IMHO: I may have over-imbibed

    TDTIR: Turn down that infernal racket!

    PMF: Pardon my French

    H!H!: Hubba! Hubba!

    KTD: Kids these days!

    IIMSS: If I may say so

    IICIHOIIJM: Is it cold in here or is it just me?

    MGUAGGUAW: My get up and go got up and went

    RPH: Remember Pearl Harbor

    WWTTON: What will they think of next?

    TTFUD: Turn that frown upside down!

    NIAOB: No ifs, ands, or buts

    KOT: Keep on trucking

    OCIF: Our condo in Florida

    GOS: Golf on Sunday

    MNH: My New Hip

    CFMT: Can’t find my teeth

    IBFBR: I’m being followed by robots

    HYSPMG: Have you seen the pictures of my grandchildren?

    G2G-AFU: Got to go – arthritis flaring up

  • The Way We Wore

    This month, the Minnesota History Center hosts its debut RetroRama event, whereat America’s mid-century lifestyle will be celebrated, relived, and perhaps even a little bit appropriated. The series kicks off April 26 with a post-war-themed fashion show. (A vintage furniture event is planned for November.) Five local fashion designers, including Anna Lee (see page 90), trolled the History Center’s textile archives for ’40s- and ’50s-era inspirations. Right now, they’re stitching pieces that borrow from these finds:

    Rachel Carlson
    “It’s shorter than a normal jacket, has a more fitted silhouette, and has a very narrow lapel and collar. I can envision the previous owner wearing it with dark jeans, a narrow collared shirt, and a very skinny tie. This is perhaps the kind of jacket a greaser would have worn to his high school dance.”

    Click the downloadable PDF below for a two page PDF with all outfits and comments.

  • India

    Dear Rake Photo editor: This is a photo of attorneys Celeste Grant and Debra Heisick celebrating the November 2006 elections (results received by email) on a houseboat in the
    backwaters of the Arabian Sea in Kerala, India. We were in India to visit lawyer friends, judge a moot court competition, celebrate the 40th Anniversary of the High Court, observe court appearances and to relax. We plan to start a tour of India for lawyers and their spouses & friends that includes volunteer work options (orphanage, free legal services) and tours of major attractions and items of legal interest.

    Celeste Grant and Debra Heisick

  • Pig’s Eye Moves Downtown

    Look, I like The Rake and was delighted to join in the celebration of its “First Ever Fifth Anniversary Issue.” I was even more surprised to see our Saintly City remembered in Jon Lurie’s piece “The Secret Garden” [March]. I delighted in the reading until finding my enjoyment tempered by the misstatement of a few historical facts regarding the property.
    We St. Paul natives have long tolerated itinerant television meteorologists coming to town to reveal to us that it is cold here in the winter. We listen patiently while Mill City boosters lecture us on how “sleepy” our nightlife is while they scamper from pillar to pillar dodging random gunfire in their warehouse district. But if we are to continue to welcome Lakers on their excursions to civilization here let them at least understand our history and geography correctly.

    Lurie is completely correct to state that our city drew its first identity from the liquor establishment of Pierre “Pig’s Eye” Parrant, but Fountain Cave is not located downtown. Never was. What remains of Fountain Cave is buried beneath the roadbed of Shepard Road west of Randolph Avenue. In 1838, Parrant did operate an establishment there, liberally serving soldiers from Fort Snelling and Indians from the area with furs to trade.

    Finally, making a big enough nuisance of himself to attract the wrath of officers from the fort, Parrant’s hovel was demolished in 1839 by order of the army. He then relocated along the river near the base of the current Robert Street Bridge roughly beneath the present St. Paul Cultural Garden. It might also have been worth a mention that the garden is located within Kellogg Plaza, named in honor of Frank B. Kellogg, Nobel Peace Prize recipient and distinguished Minnesotan.

    Lurie, you are welcome back anytime. Just bear in mind—probably because the legislature works here—we read the fine print.
    Patrick Hill, St. Paul

    Editor’s Note: Associate Editor Jon Lurie offices in Minneapolis, but lives in St. Paul.

    Patrick Hill, St. Paul

  • Dérive

    Always up for an experiment, Flaneur Productions distributed a top-secret passage from an obscure work of literature to a group of six local performers earlier this year. Each was instructed to use the text (still secret as of press time), along with the show’s creepy venue (a former coffin factory), as inspiration for the beginning of a twenty-minute “situationist stroll,” or dérive in the French—the result being that the collected works will share a point of origin but drift from there on. The iconoclastic imaginations tapped for this showcase include a veritable who’s-who of the local experimental-theater scene: John Bueche of the Bedlam Theatre company, Charles Campbell from the site-specific performance troupe Skewed Visions, and Kristin Van Loon and Arwen Wilder of the renegade dance duo HIJACK. 1707 Jefferson St. N.E., Minneapolis; 612-203-9560; www.flaneurproductions.com

  • Stella Ebner & Larry Hofmann

    GrovelandGallery.com; 25 Groveland Terrace, Minneapolis; 612-377-7800

    Stella Ebner’s One Day, in the main gallery of this Kenwood institution, features lovely, quiet woodcuts with domestic themes—a pile of bills, a tumble of opened envelopes, a sink full of dishes. These simple prints echo the matter of everyday existence, the true flowers and landscape of our lived urban hours. And in The Annex, behind the main building, one finds a counterpoint to these human artifacts: Larry Hofmann’s smooth, dreamy, and mossy green paintings with transfigured trees and slightly Martian landscapes. He invites you to step out of the paper-and-telephone world and imagine that you have different eyes.

  • About this weekend

    Well, tomorrow evening I’m going to see Lost in the Stars, a Kurt Weill opera put on by the company formerly known as North Star Opera, but is now called Skylark. If I wasn’t going there (isn’t this usually the case…) I would, honest to God, hit the Junior Brown show, for old time’s sake. Or Kid Dakotah/Wannabe Hasbeens.

    With the rest of my weekend, I’m going to estate sales, catching up on my reading, and just plain ol’ sitting around.