I met a friend earlier tonight at a restaurant in Seven Corners, which was my neighborhood for the first seven years I lived in Minneapolis. Even though it’s only a mile or so from downtown, I don’t have much reason to go there anymore. It’s primarily home to U of M students and the businesses that cater to them. Half a dozen eating and drinking establishments sit within a block and a half of each other. I always preferred Sgt. Preston’s because it has great outdoor seating and people-watching during the summer months. I remember going there once with this cute blonde law student on whom I had the worst crush. I couldn’t help it; she was smart, funny, and she wore leather pants to Health Law. I don’t get crushes like that anymore, but I’m glad she was one of them.
