Many people think that doing yoga is kind of a stretch. I, a superlative male, once looked down my nose at it, reasoning that only bench presses could properly channel my laddish energy. My girlfriend, who has come into possession of a permanently pulled fiber in her poor haunch, also thought that yoga was unsuitable for her. That we both recently tried it and liked it is a testament to just why the exercise has endured for thousands of years. Dani Leverington of Downtown Yoga could have told us as much.
The time when the Midwest goes from ice to Eden is fast approaching. All of our favorite critters will return with the spring: the duck, whose quack doesn’t echo; the Canada goose, who traumatizes overly exploratory children for life; and the mosquito, who has earned villainy even though it helps us to lose weight.
“I remember the exact moment I first wanted to be like the King,” said Everette “Howie” Atherton, professional Elvis impersonator. “When I was 11 years old, I went to go see Change of Habit starring Elvis at the Hollywood Theater in northeast Minneapolis. I saw all the girls loving him, and I thought to myself, ‘Hey, that guy’s cool.’