1.26.2026

Is this a golden date?

Twin Cities are good kinds of cities. Minneapolis makes art and music in the cold. Max took me to eight art museums and fifteen noodle restaurants and twenty-seven bars in one day then we hung out on the porch of a famous indie rockstar's house with a woman whose dad wrote the theme song for Friends while folks grilled Neil Diamond's meat. Next time I was up there he'd turned yellow in a hospital in St Paul.

Max wasn’t always the most generous or liberal person. He cheerfully attributed his pricklier qualities to his Hungarianness. He also made a mean remoulade. He’d’ve seized this moment though, come up with some overpoweringly absurd ways to contribute. Hovercrafts made of mylar balloons playing calypso music to confuse the invaders or the like. Vinegar cannons. Trained squirrel armies.

I'm just saying the horror show would have been a little more fun with him around.