Is There a Former Nazi Collaborator in Minneapolis?

Here’s the question:

“Is [Michael Karkoc] the devoted family man, lifelong carpenter and pillar of the local Ukrainian community who built a new life in the United States after fleeing his homeland and the Communists in the chaos following World War II? Or is he more than that, a former leader in a Ukrainian military unit linked to the Nazi SS and wartime atrocities?”

Here’s the Star Tribune article detailing the case:

http://www.startribune.com/local/minneapolis/215403371.html

What do you think?

The Purple People Eaters

I went to my first Minnesota Vikings football game today.  They were playing the Arizona Cardinals, and it was only 25 dollars to go through UMM Intramurals, and, let’s face it, there’s not much I like more than screaming at men while they tackle each other in pursuit of an oblong leather ball.

I woke up at 6:40, tugged on my dad’s Brett Favre Vikings jersey (aware that I would likely be publicly mocked for wearing it), skipped the oatmeal because I was just too sleepy for that kind of thing, and walked to campus.

The sunrise was lovely.

As was our entry into the Twin Cities

My future workplace?  It’s possible.

We passed a huge tailgating party.

The billowing white Metrodome roof.

And inside. If you can’t tell from the angle, we were in the nosebleeds. So far in, as a matter of fact, that our row was the second highest in the whole place. As in, Edmund Hilary was sitting next to me.

The Vikes won, if you’ll allow me a gloat, and Adrian Peterson had several glamour runs to keep the crowd roaring.

We piled back onto the bus after it was over.  Promptly, everyone’s heads were tipped sideways against windows and neighbors’ shoulders.  I only woke to catch the sunset over Lake Minnewaska.

Mamma Mia

Tonight, taking a break from paper writing and stats calculations and tuna salad (which I make often because it’s easy and can be eaten on toast), I will be driving to the Twin Cities with my lovely mother to see Mamma Mia at the Orpheum.

We will be dressing up, we will be eating dinner (advised by the Star Tribune’s Taste Section) on the town, and the event will be heavily documented by me and my point-and-shoot.

Expect evidence tomorrow.