“The Effects of Urban Renewal on Midcentury America” by Jeff Esterholm
The last time I saw my father was in October of 1972 . . .
The last time I saw my father was in October of 1972 . . .
Blomfeldt, who would die across the bay in a Duluth hospice at the age of eighty-two, first had the dream in 1966, when he was still a detective with the Superior Police Department. The dream skipped back through the years like a needle in the groove at the end of an LP—the tone arm failing to automatically lift, the thup-thup sound—and he was back in the head of Patrick Severson, the fourteen-year-old paperboy . . .