Molly Mogren Katt

Every year when we dig out our holiday decorations, I unpack my favorite Christmas memory. In December 1987, my Uncle Whitey — a nickname earned from summers spent in the sod fields that bleached his hair — brought me to downtown Minneapolis.

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