Dave Wright Writes

  A Message from Above by Dave Wright I arrived at the door of my old apartment on Eustis Street in St. Paul wearing a paisley short sleeve shirt and a swede leather coat that was a size too small. (It was a snug fit when I bought it, but hey, the price was right.) It was early May, and I had seen my buddy’s Chrysler Cordoba in the parking lot. I was in my first year of veterinary practice in Blooming Prairie, had the weekend off, and was looking for college friends. I had lived in this second-floor apartment the previous year during my senior year of veterinary school at the University of Minnesota with three other FarmHouse Fraternity brothers. After graduation we turned the apartment over to several women we knew who still had to complete another year at the U. I knocked. A young woman I didn’t recognize answered the door wearing a raggedy faded blue bathrobe. She looked at me with a skeptical eye. Later, I found out she thought I was peddling religion. “Hi,” I said. “I...