Articles by Scott Saalman

My oldest offspring, Austin, turns 30 this month. There was a time he professed not to like his first name, which resulted because of my fondness for Jerry Jeff Walker…

“There is no place on Earth even remotely like New Orleans.” – Anthony Bourdain During our evenings in New Orleans, the walking tours were as multitudinous as Fats Domino hits….

I’m going down New Orleans I’ve got to see Dr. John Got my mojo working Everything will be fine – Van Morrison My HOKAs were shined in NOLA. That’s not…

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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