I've only been to Minneapolis once and it was serene, folksy and beautiful. The taste of hot apple cider on a cool October night is something we don't get in the Pacific. One thing we share with folks there, though, is a sense of community and ohana.
That's why it struck home when the news about the collapsed bridge broke. One of my favorite stock writers, Minnesota resident Georges Yared, writes eloquently about missing the tragedy by just 35 minutes. My heart goes out to the folks in Minneapolis, as well as my prayers.
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