Author Archives: Brian H. Gill

About Brian H. Gill

I was born in 1951. I'm a husband, father and grandfather. One of the kids graduated from college in December, 2008, and is helping her husband run businesses and raise my granddaughter; another is a cartoonist and artist; #3 daughter is a writer; my son is developing a digital game with #3 and #1 daughters. I'm also a writer and artist.

Politics, Poppycock, and a Mess in Minnesota

Minnesota and Minneapolis have been national news for more than a month now. This is my home state. I’m not happy about what’s in the news, and concerned about what’s dropped out of the news. Ignoring the mess isn’t an … Continue reading

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Elgin, Animals, Ethics, and a Decalogue Detail

I don’t know what, if any, name the neighbors had given “LGN”: pronounced “Elgin”. I’m not even sure that the little grey cat belonged to our neighbors at 1010. But she, or possibly he, came from their yard very regularly … Continue reading

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Very Cold Weather, Sewer Problem, But Otherwise Fine

Minnesota’s in the news, but not because of the weather. That’s another topic, for another day. An Extreme Cold Warning has been in effect for my part of Minnesota since 3:00 this afternoon. It runs until noon tomorrow, when a … Continue reading

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Our Lady of Angels: My Home Parish

Last Saturday I learned that my home parish, Our Lady of Angels in Sauk Centre, will almost certainly close this year. I’m not happy about that. At all. There’s some detail here: And a little background on the Area Catholic … Continue reading

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Lily of the Valley: Tiny Flowers in Retrospect

Depending on who’s talking and what they’re talking about, lily of the valley is a woodland flower that likes shade, a 19th century hymn, a French novel, or something else.1 I’m not going to be talking about hymns or novels. … Continue reading

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