You can borrow a couple of my Twin Cities history books if you want to just look at the photos. As photo books they're grand. The writing...makes me want to use the stompy boots on the writer. Lots. (Sample of the difference between me and this guy: I love the skyways, love standing in them watching the snow, love dodging through them and seeing what odd little businesses have been put in around corners. He thinks they are Satan's tools for killing off all that is good and wonderful about the Cities, which goodness/wondrousness apparently focuses on one's contacts freezing to one's eyeballs.)