Articles by Scott Saalman

There was no room in my suitcase for souvenirs in 2015, though I did manage to bring something back from Paris: facial hair. My own, of course – not someone…

To commemorate our first date, we returned to Blind Owl Brewery, where we had met face to face for the first time seven years earlier, the final step after surviving…

The other day, I noticed someone wearing steel-toe boots. Such formidable footwear signifies one thing in my mind: hard, physical work. Manual labor has been a foreign concept to me,…

Editor’s note: This story by Scott Saalman recently appeared in Next Avenue, a non-profit journalism website produced by Twin Cities PBS. I recently listened to an NPR news story about how National…

Note: Next month will mark the fourth anniversary of the death of one of our greatest singer-songwriters, John Prine, who succumbed to COVID-19. Prine, along with Jimmy Buffett and Gordon…

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In 2013, I caught my first guitar pick. Rock ’n’ roll god Steve Miller tossed it from stage after his signature song, “The Joker.” You know: “I’m a joker, I’m…

The year ended with a near-miss cooking catastrophe. Fortunately, the Cubanos turned out fine, but there was a trio of little fires – figuratively speaking – to contend with during…

It is said “all dogs go to Heaven.” In the case of Skooder, our family pet many years ago, this saying had likely been put to the test. Those encountering…