1978 South Dakota and Minnesota. It was like smalltown USA. You seldom saw black people, no Muslims, people were old school Democrats or Republicans, and the Indians were the only minorities to speak of. It really wasn’t that long ago, Grease was playing at the theatres, Paradise by the Dashboard light got played a lot on the Jukebox, and I introduced Van Halen to a bunch of people who couldn’t comprehend that music.
I left the Minneapolis suburbs in 1979. We had two black kids that were really smart and attended my High School instead of in the city.
My mom grew up in South Minneapolis. When she was 7 she would take public transportation up to Lake Street for her violin lessons after school. By herself. Her dad had a shop on Hennepen and she would walk over there afterwards and ride home with her dad.
It was the street car, and about 1925, but still...