Imagine that day: the streetcars would be packed en route and back home again; the cafes and drugstores would be thronged when the parade was over, with thousands seeking a cool phosphate. You couldn’t have found a spare space at the bar rail within ten blocks of Hennepin. A day none would forget!
But they’re all gone, and just a few photos remain. When you think of what the day must have been like – the bands, the shouts of the crowd, the fluttering banners – the photo seems maddeningly inert. It knows so much more, but it’s not talking.
About the Andrus, we know a few things.