Have you ever seen a street breathe?
The answer is probably, yes… if you’ve ever attended Grand Old Day. I remember going to my first Grand Old Day (almost a decade ago…) and thinking how I never envisioned how a city street could actually pulse with people. But it does, and I love it.
Grand Old Day is (apparently) the largest 1-day festival in the midwest. I started going just because I went to college in that area, and was suckered into taking summer classes (hence, hanging around well into the summer even as a college kid.)
The band lineup is pretty awesome (and free!), the food and beer are delicious (though not as free as the music), a giantly diverse community converges upon St. Paul, and for one lovely day, Grand Avenue’s quaint little storefronts and sidewalks turn into a living, breathing assembly of what’s great about these cities.
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Didn’t it used to be Grand Old Days? Like, more than one day?