In 1976, my wife and I chose to become Minneapolis homeowners.
With two good union jobs working as cub reporters downtown at the Star Tribune, we had locational choices. We'd grown up in suburbs, came here for college, and stayed for the big-city energy.
Forty-five years later, we're still here and we don't regret it.
Bashing Minneapolis is fashionable lately. The Wall Street Journal recently published a disavowing essay by the writer who long ago penned the Time magazine cover story that has passed into Minnesota lore for declaring us "the state that works." His mostly Minneapolis-based case that we're no longer so exceptional is based on portraying the city as a hotbed of crime, a capital of wokeness and (horrors!) more diversity.
Andy Brehm suggests ("Anarchy in Minneapolis goes unchallenged," Opinion Exchange, Feb. 15) that the city is in a downward spiral. He describes Minneapolis as a hell world after dark, citing a recent spasm of Uptown hooliganism.
Gee, we senior citizens must have missed that memo. We still take the bus to Orchestra Hall at night, and regularly see films at our go-to venue in Uptown.
Yes, crime is up. That happens when a pandemic curtails most youth programs. It also happens when cops abandon a city by retiring or claiming a PTSD disability.
Yes, our tax base growth is on pause. But that's caused by the same pandemic that's emptied downtowns across the nation. That feeds the perception that they're unsafe. But I venture downtown repeatedly without problem.