This blog shall henceforth be dedicated to the comings and goings, foibles and follies of the workaday chaps, lost souls, hard-drinking hobos, gentrifying Audi owners, washed-up artists, neglectful fathers, neglected sons, and others who comprise the slice of St. Paul that is Fort Road.
Most know Fort Road as West 7th Street. I don't like that name for two reasons. First, there is no 6th or 8th streets running parallel to it, except downtown. It is the only numbered street in the neighborhood. It just extends on past the downtown limits, acting as if it made sense. It doesn't. It was Fort Road first. Second, numbering streets is the finicky New York way. Midwest Pride, bitch! Humility is the only thing restraining the Midwest from greatness.
Opinions postulated herein are the sole provenance of the author, Kat Vapid, and in no way reflect or represent the denizens of Fort Road and its surrounding streets. However, I welcome information about amusing events, mishaps, odd crimes, bizarre individuals, heart-warming cat rescues, and other strange goings-on. If you are a current resident, former resident, aspiring resident, or simply passing through on your way to the airport, feel free to send me tidbits.
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