Last week, my husband Pete and I found heaven. It was inside an old, converted foundry in Northeast Minneapolis. We'd driven by a coffee shop we wanted to try and stopped there for some lattes.
Besides coffee, we found corridor upon corridor of stores, art, theater and dance coops and a brewery, among other things. But we didn't expect to find Heaven in suite 147.
We can't actually vouch for what's inside, because the door was locked and we couldn't get in. So we can't tell you if there was a stairway, harps, bluegrass, classical symphonies or opera singers; angels, seraphim, God or Jesus or anyone Else in there.
We don't know if we should take being locked out as a sign or something, either.
We did see a little pamphlet at the entrance to the building that described all the businesses. It said "Heaven" was a studio.
Maybe Heaven IS a studio and you're supposed to learn to dance there.
Maybe we'll call ahead next time.
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Whatever else you do, and whether or not you find heaven? Have a real weekend. Have FUN.