Nicollet Mall in 2009.
Jerry Holt, Star Tribune
Withering Glance: Forgive, forget, move on
- Article by: Rick Nelson and Claude Peck
- Star Tribune
- July 28, 2012 - 8:45 PM
RN: I find myself in an uncharacteristically forgiving mood. You should follow my example. It's awfully liberating.
CP: Who, me? I have moved right past forgive -- to forget.
RN: Oh, please, this is me you're talking to. Anyway, here's a for-instance: I forgive the city of Minneapolis for plowing under Lawrence Halprin's brilliant Nicollet Mall and replacing it with the dull, semi-suburban version we live with today. Look at that. I feel so much better.
CP: Wow. For someone as Mall-centric as you, that is major. And I forgive Helena Bonham Carter for her many terrible awards-show outfits.
RN: I extend forgiveness to the Tony Awards for not recognizing the brilliance that was Stockard Channing in "Six Degrees of Separation." And to the Oscars for robbing Jake Gyllenhaal of a statuette for "Brokeback Mountain." OK, I'm still bitter about that last one.
CP: Dear Mr. Lewis, You turned me into a lifelong math dunce and innumerate by being perhaps the worst teacher ever. But I have developed other strengths, such as being quite a good whistler. And I realize now that I was a big part of the problem in 10th grade, so I am moving on.
RN: I'm only feeling happy thoughts toward the landlord who kept the bulk of my security deposit because I had the audacity to paint the living room of my apartment a restorative shade of pumpkin.
CP: This is so cathartic! I am giving all the jerks who've ever dumped me a big bear hug of forbearance. I can only hope for some vicey-versey.
RN: Generous of you. I'm not willing to go there yet. Oh, what the heck. Done. And while I'm at it, to the thieving crack whore who stole my bike -- when it was my sole mode of transportation and I didn't have enough in my checking account for bus fare, let alone a Schwinn -- here's to a happy life.
CP: You go too far there, Mister. Bike theft is right down there with stealing shoes at a yoga studio.
RN: On that note, I'm finally letting go of my despair regarding Kat, the first yoga teacher I ever really connected with, for leaving our gym, and our lives. Namaste.
CP: She was great, but there is no forgiving those bad poems she sometimes read to us during practice.
RN: Some of them were eye-rollers, although they were a reflection of the beautiful inside that matched her beautiful outside. I'm kind of turning my own stomach here. But you know what? I'm going to forgive myself.
CP: I forgive you, too. For everything.
RN: Thanks, I think. Oh, and to the departing Neiman Marcus, I say, no hard feelings. I'll miss you. Godspeed.
CP: Let's not overdo it here. Not when the departing retailer cancels my opportunity to ogle high-end shoes on my lunch hour.
RN: Yeah, it's strictly look but don't touch at Neimanmarcus.com.
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