Boston in the key of C, taxing ‘sin,’ ‘Dad, please get out of here,’ warning: cyclist ahead, and the rainout dilemma.
Archives for April 2013
Journalists causing nothing but confusion in Boston, the Senate kills gun control, how about a new tax on gasoline in Minnesota, Brodkorb deposes the former bosses at the Capitol, the Red River could set a record flood, and what you think about you.
Today’s flurry of journalists debating each other over whether an arrest has been made in the Boston bombing is certainly interesting, given that it’s being waged on Twitter.
A woman’s self-image is often not what others see, a new campaign suggests.
It takes a talent to be funny when talking about a bombing.
The Minnesota Supreme Court has ended a fight between an NBA referee and the state over whether he’s a Minnesota or Florida resident.
Columnist says you’ve never had it so good, alleged racism and the ‘I didn’t know’ defense, runners not giving up, the science of elevators, and what if the weather is as good as it gets?
Leah Janz of North St. Paul reflects on standing where a bomb exploded.
Identifying a Saudi national as a suspect in the Boston bombings continues a disturbing pattern of behavior for the national news media.
You might’ve seen the most gruesome picture from yesterday’s bombing in Boston — a man being wheeled away who had lost both legs — and not noticed the man in the cowboy hat next to him.
The more you watch this video, the more apparent the professional work of first responders is.
If anyone from the outside world should be navigating to this page, please: help us.
Image takeaways from Boston, when journalists make a difference, the view from the wheelchair, the electric-shock bra, and when meteorologists fight.
Explosions ripped the finish line of the Boston Marathon. WCVB is reporting people with lost limbs being wheeled from the scene. You can listen to the Boston EMS frequency here. WCVB also has a live blog here. From this picture, it appears the explosion went off right on the corner of Exeter and Boylston Streets. Read more →
Perhaps like you, we can’t look out the window anymore. We’ve reached the limit of our seasonal endurance.