Part 1: Northfield, MN
Editor’s Note: Pictures blurry on purpose to simulate motion and/or acid trip
When I first stepped off the plane at the Humphrey Terminal at the Minneapolis/St. Paul Airport, I became instantly aware of just how serious Minnesota is about the whole “Twin Cities” thing. I was at the wrong end of twin terminals. My rental car was parked over at the Lindberg Terminal – a 15 minute trek, 1 minute wait and 5 minute train ride through damn frigid northern air.
Obviously, I refused to accept anything but an American rental car, and so sped away in a pale blue Ford Focus and headed due south to Northfield. Don’t ask me why a place called Northfield is in Southern, MN – I don’t know. All I really know about the place is that Jesse James robbed a bank there once – it’s their claim to fame. On the way, you can also travel through some really unspectacular scenery.
While in Northfield, I stopped by Carleton College and St. Olaf College – a pair of small private schools who put the Liberal into Liberal Arts. Carleton seemed to be obsessed with the female orgasm, because there were signs about events and discussions on the topic posted all around their campus, and the main feature in their school newspaper that day read like Consumer Reports for fancy new vibrators. One that stood out was an electric toothbrush looking one called the “Eroscillator”.
The boys over at Carleton must not be cutting it. Continue reading →