Nobody goes to Minneapolis on purpose.
its not even six am. this place is full of people going somewhere, and planning something. leaving. which is fine, but one thing i know for certain is that none of these people are leaving Cleveland and purposly going to Minneapolis. I can't think of anything great about Minneapolis. Except Kirby Puckett. And Rocky Raccoon, obviously. Minneapolis is a place solely reserved for layovers and mediocre sports teams, I'm sure of it.
But alas, that's where I'm off to. I plan to make some observational posts outlining some of the fun,or funny, points of my trip out west. I invite you to check back often this week, and help me feel like you're there with me. Please enjoy!