When I was 20 and a grad student at the University of Michigan, I worked as a Domino’s Pizza™ ‘phone girl’. Seriously. It was safer in the shop that delivering to drunken frat boys. Memories of this job popped into my head as a new Domino’s commercial sped by on the TV screen just now.Continue reading “Domino’s Pizza™ and M Go Blue”
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WWII, Dad, MN History Center and Discovery
The plane seems to pitch and roll, noise fills the interior and the shouts of the men are deafening. Enemy fire tears holes in the cabin. We are hit! Flames leap past the windows. A green light guides them to their destiny. Jump! Jump now! A voice covers a new silence, informing me that allContinue reading “WWII, Dad, MN History Center and Discovery”
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