Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Five Good Reasons to Live in Pagan Minneapolis
“One would think you lived in Minneapolis.”
(Christopher Isherwood, to the residents of Berlin on their sang-froid following the division of their city in 1945)
Ah, fair City of Lakes: scrappy little Minneapolis, small town on steroids.
Minneapolis, where the winters are too cold and the summers too hot.
Minneapolis, where we have laws against everything.
Minneapolis, which routinely pays world-class architects first-rate money for second- (and third-) class work.
Why would anyone live here?
- There are more pagans here than anywhere.
- There are more witches here than anywhere (and—with all due respect—we don't have to be Salem, Mass. to do it).
- We sent Washington its first Muslim Congressman.
- We have the cutest mayor in the country.
- Our very cute mayor—who, incidentally, bears a god's name—just told the Troll-in-Chief to go f*ck himself.
Gods: who wouldn't want to live here?
Above: Mayor Jacob Frey
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