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It happened on a summer morning's round of garage sales, picking up things for our newly acquired cabin on Kelly Lake in Faribault. I rounded a corner and ran smack into what I thought was another customer. My eyes traveled up to his face for my "excuse me" when I realized, OMG, that it was Bud Grant (obituary and other coverage, March 12).
I was so shocked I left without purchasing anything. But I told my husband, Chris, who I had never suspected of idolatry or an affinity for garage sales. The next day he took a vacation day from work and went to Bud's sale, buying some Vikings gear and a deer skull. He asked Bud if he could tell his wife that he had shot this deer. "No," came the answer, "but you can tell her it died on my land." Now the skull wears a Vikings hat and has pride of place in our cabin's porch. Requiescat in pace, Coach Grant.
Judy Canney, Bloomington
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My husband and I bought some shelving from a menswear shop in Dinkytown after that store closed. After we'd paid for our shelves and finished carrying out, Frank asked if they'd found any forgotten treasures as they were looking through boxes. They had indeed. Bud Grant was one of the male models for the store's advertising campaign, and they still had all the stills. (He looked great in those photos, too!)
Emilie Quast, Minneapolis