Street Talk: Punk lived a lifestyle that would seem almost Sisyphean to the rest of us: walk the streets from dawn until dusk, find enough empty bottles and cans to get by another day, and then when that day is done, get up and do it all over again. 

Street Talk: The man in question is doing math in his head. He’s calculating the pros and cons of giving out his real age and trying to deduce how this might trip him up down the road. 

Street Talk: My inability to sell should have been obvious by the time I was 10 years old, when I was convinced I could become the richest kid on the block by selling the weekly newspaper known as Grit. Spoiler: I never became the richest kid on the block.

Street Talk: Close your eyes and picture them, this massive horde of outraged Lewistonians and Auburnites, marching across the Longley Bridge in immense numbers, every single soul in perfect agreement about exactly what needs to be done. 

Street talk: The suggestion is to maintain situational awareness in ALL circumstances and never assume the good intentions of a stranger. 

Street Talk: Texters, passing lane hogs, tailgaters, stop sign runners and other road menaces all right here in one convenient place.

Street Talk: No matter where in the Twin Cities you live, chances are good, apparently, that you’re uncomfortably close to a bona fine haunted house.

Street Talk: The rain clouds themselves seemed particularly sly and malicious this summer, waiting to pounce on you and your plans like a cat on a field mouse.