Retired veterinarian Howard Legried built his very own field of dreams. But his masterpiece is not a ball diamond. Instead, he carved a nine-hole golf course on his sheep farm.
Brenda Ueland, an author and the first female reporter at the Minneapolis Tribune, recalls the days when streetcars rumbled through the Twin Cities.
For Scott King at Red Dragonfly Press, poetry is a blue-collar job. He prints poetry the old-fashioned way, painstakingly setting type letter by letter and printing poems on vintage presses.
A labor dispute between Twin Cities hospitals and nurses led to a one-day strike and the threat of a longer walkout. The animosity between the caregivers and their employers echoed a Minnesota nurses strike in 1984. In this archival audio, Curt Johnson of the Citizens League gives his thoughts about the '84 strike.
From polka to Prince, the Minnesota Music Hall of Fame in New Ulm plays host to all styles of music. Come for a visit and Charlie Braunreiter will show you around. If you're lucky, he'll play his concertina for you.
Minneapolis thanks the show and its star for all the free publicity they've given Minneapolis. But the owner of Mary's fictional home offers nothing but disdain for the fans who come flocking for a glimpse.
Fisherman Riley Haynie gives a city-slicker reporter a lesson in fishing for mudcats on the Mississippi River in St. Paul.
The cities of Fargo-Moorhead celebrate their first hundred years as border buddies.
The Stillwater Lift Bridge hums, creaks and clangs as it goes up and down over the St. Croix River. Bridge tender Mike Byard loves every sound.
Breezes set off 21 sets of chimes in a wooden tower at St. Olaf College. The chimes play to remember students who have died.
A symphony brass band heralds a new home for the Minnesota Orchestra.
A historic water tower outside Red Wing finds new life as a peaceful and inspiring retreat for musicians and artists.
When Jason Peterson and his wife, Jessica Lind, converted a furniture warehouse into a space for their theater company, they thought the space was perfect. And it was, except for one thing: the roof.
Taken from a 1973 interview, Midwest poet Mark Vinz reads "Linestorm" and talks about how his writing is rooted in a region.