Derrick Knutson

This is my new niece, Tessa, who will be about 7 weeks old when this column prints. Doesn’t she look just so relaxed and perfectly festive for the holiday season? Don’t all babies in professional-type photos just look like a person can easily mold them into whatever poses they want? I found out recently that [...]

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As I’m typing this column, occasionally looking down at my keyboard, there’s something that’s starting to become ever more visible on the periphery of my vision. It’s the hair growing on my upper lip. Normally, I don’t let my facial hair get long enough to be visible to myself without a mirror, but I thought [...]

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My guess is that at least half of you reading this column, maybe more, are on Facebook, Google+, Twitter, Myspace — that’s still a thing, right? — or some other social media site. I’m not exactly sure when these sites became bombarded with overt narcissism — maybe shortly after cellphones started having a feature that [...]

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There comes a time in every child’s life when they still want 40 pounds of candy stuffed into an oversized pillowcase on Halloween night, but they don’t want mom and dad chaperoning them around a few neighborhoods to bring home the haul. I was about 11 or 12 when I decided I was too cool [...]

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The government shutdown is over? I’m really going to miss the anarchy — fireballs falling from the heavens, hot lava spewing up from cracks in the earth, trees uprooting themselves, walking and then attacking us. Oh wait, I think I’m confusing anarchy with apocalypse. Now that I’ve got those two words figured out, here’s my [...]

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I had just turned on my windshield wipers as the gentle pitter-patter of rain began to transform into a deluge last Wednesday evening on my way back from a Chisago County Board of Commissioners meeting in Center City. After performing that routine task, my brain had a split second to notice something was amiss, but [...]

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