Author: Tim Johnson
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What Is Truth?
Where was my notebook? My first reaction was confusion. It was that feeling one gets when you are certain where you left the car parked,…
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Why Bother?
As much as I’d like to, I don’t blame the person driving the city snow plow. He or she has a job to do. I…
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Darkness & Mystery in Community
It was a sad day when the joy of playing in the darkness came to a sudden and abrupt halt. My grandfather, the patriarch of…
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Woke at the Playground
When asked, the grandparent I met at Thompson Park in West St. Paul said he was from the West 7th Area of St. Paul. There…
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The Air We Breathe
The kayaks sat on top of our car. Tents, sleeping bags, cooking gear, food and everything else one needs for four days in the Boundary…
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At Home on Raspberry Island
It is a fair bet that Albert Einstein would have loved the colorful, fanciful, imaginative Mexican folk art exhibit presently installed on Raspberry Island. Hike…
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Paying Attention
The moral of the story was pay attention. At least, that was what my dad suggested as the take away lesson. It was hard to…
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The Necessity of Empathy
My grandson’s shoe was missing. He is just 13 months in age and has been enjoying the value of upright mobility for the past month…
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Influencers for a Kinder World
It is fair to say that Carl Benston, AKA, Mr. Positive, never thought of himself as an influencer, at least not by the standards of…
