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.

Pope Francis: Somewhat-Good News

Posted on February 21, 2025 by Brian H. Gill

Pope Francis has been popping up in my news feed this week. More accurately, I’ve been seeing the headlines of news items and op-eds inspired by the pope’s current illness — and by culturally-normative assumptions about what popes are and … Continue reading →

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Central Minnesota: Cold and Getting Colder

Posted on February 18, 2025 by Brian H. Gill

It’s a cold night, here in central Minnesota. We’re living with an “Extreme Cold Warning in effect from February 17, 09:00 PM CST until February 18, 10:00 AM CST” and “Extreme Cold Warning in effect from February 17, 09:00 PM … Continue reading →

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Life Lessons: Grocery Bags and a Bottle of Ketchup

Posted on February 15, 2025 by Brian H. Gill

Saint Anthony Park public library looks about the way I remember it, back in the early 1960s: from this angle, at any rate. It was on the other side of a small ‘downtown’, between Carter and Doswell Avenues on Como. … Continue reading →

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BART Drivers and the Importance of Being Human

Posted on February 8, 2025 by Brian H. Gill

San Francisco’s BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) system wasn’t the world’s first automated transit system, or even the first in this country. But it was among the first all-new American rapid transit systems designed in the 20th century. BART was … Continue reading →

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A Crate of Oranges

Posted on February 1, 2025 by Brian H. Gill

Number-three daughter asked me to see if I could get a pomegranate. This was a week or so back, in mid-January. There weren’t any in the produce section. Or, rather, I didn’t see any. So I asked when, or if, … Continue reading →

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