Throughout the six-hour stop on Dylan’s so-called Americanarama tour, the smell of fresh water and crisp northern air melded with that of hops, grains, weed and cigarettes, and provided an almost otherworldly idyllic setting for the sublime and timeless roots-based rock of The Richard Thompson Band, My Morning Jacket, Wilco, and Dylan.
Photos and words by Jim Walsh
Jokes flew at the women’s expense, and in print women were still referred to by their husband’s names. One of our copy editors liked to cut out the Lockhorns cartoon and paste it up at his desk; the shrewish Loretta Lockhorn, he said, was just like his wife. When a woman in the newsroom got married, one of the old-timers asked her gravely if she planned to quit her job.
Excerpt from "News to Me: Adventures of an Accidental Journalist," University of Minnesota Press, by Laurie Hertzel