Jim Richardson (aka Lake Superior Aquaman)

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My qualifications: I moved here even though I hate winter and crave sunlight. I have successfully not gone fully mad for more than 25 years.

Coping with Duluth winters is a big adjustment if you are from almost anywhere else. People move here thinking, “I like a place with all four seasons,” and then their spirits break on the anvil of winter. There are only two seasons here: winter and summer. Summer is slow to arrive and quick to leave. The part where the city is soggy like a wet diaper for two months is called spring, but it’s just winter and summer overlapping. There will be snow on the ground in April, maybe just in shaded areas but it will be there, if it’s not still actively falling, which it may be. Fall is fine if you like that sort of thing, but really it’s just summer dying, and winter being born. This can be a devastating realization. After a particularly brief, cool summer, when you were really hoping for a long, hot one, the sight of the first red leaf in mid-August feels like a knife in the guts. Here’s what I’ve learned about coping with Duluth weather — mostly winter, but other seasons can suck too. …

Not too long ago I looked at the Aerial Lift Bridge, and for a moment my mind mis-read it as having the wrong angles of an Escher-like “impossible cube,” pictured here. The optical illusion has stuck with me and now I have to force myself not to see it. It is beyond me at the moment to produce my mental image as a drawing or doctored photo, but I wanted to get the idea out there in case the vision inspires anybody. Post images as comments if you’re feeling it, otherwise I am content to just keep privately seeing an impossible lift bridge.

Daniel Greysolon, Sieur du Luht, was an influential French explorer whose name anglicizes to Sir Duluth. He signed his letters “Dulhut,” participating in his own casual anglicization despite the constant conflict his nation had with England. I call him Duluth, synonymous with our present-day, American city.

1639: Duluth is born in Saint-Germain-Laval, France.

1650: Duluth is 11 when the first modern philosopher René Descartes dies age 53 in Stockholm, Sweden. A letter from the young Duluth lies on the bedside table, offering a common-sense critique of Descartes’ notion that animals are automatons who may be vivisected. “I guess you’ve never owned a pet,” the boy’s careful handwriting says. The letter continues, “‘I think therefore I am’ is meaningless since grounds for doubting existence do not exist. You torture language like you torture dogs.” It has been suggested that Descartes was so distressed to have his life’s work effortlessly eviscerated by a child that he quickly succumbed to pneumonia and died.

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