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If I heard anybody else tell this story, I would think they were lying. But since it happened to me, I know that every word of it is true.
Two decades ago, when I was still adjusting to my new life in Minnesota, I was invited to a Twins game with a few people I had gotten to know. As we were getting comfortable in our seats, the stadium announcer broke into our conversation:
“Please rise and join the Turtle Lake Elementary School choir in the singing of our national anthem … .”
I can vividly remember thinking, those many years ago, how cool it would be to have a kid go to a school named Turtle Lake Elementary.
Fast-forward a few years, and I was living in the northern part of the Twin Cities. My employer was in St. Paul, and the commute was horrible. Looking for a way to get around the bumper-to-bumper traffic, I found a back road that was a little less traveled.
As I drove down Lexington Avenue for the first time, I stopped at a red light where a crossing guard was helping kids get home safely. As I looked around, I noticed something.