There's a particular kind of patience that comes with living in a small town. Not the restless kind of patience of someone waiting for something to happen, but rather the quiet acceptance that things will happen when they're meant to, and rushing won't change the timeline.

You see this most clearly on Jefferson Street on a Friday afternoon.

Herb Grissholm lost his driver's license last summer. The official story involves the Twins playing a doubleheader, the Prohibition Bar and Grille having cold beer and a comfortable barstool, and the local police having a low tolerance for that particular combination. Herb, being a practical man, decided that if he couldn't drive a car anymore, he'd simply find an alternative. So now, on any given day, you might find Herb cruising down Jefferson Street on his green John Deere lawnmower, moving at approximately three miles per hour, waving at everyone he passes like he's in a parade that --read more--