My wife and I, while navigating downtown Minneapolis, ran into (not over, although the thought crossed my mind) none other than Air America's own Al Franken. He was looking a bit more gray, a bit more disheveled and sporting a backpack while standing on the corner, no doubt spouting lies and other garbage, just off Hennepin Avenue.My wife noticed him first saying, "Wow, that guy looks like Al Franken." I said "That is Al Franken." Note: He looks nothing like the picture above. I kept driving and, honestly, I am surprised I even remember the brief encounter. Maybe a nice gallon of prune juice and an Ex-Lax will help me purge the memory from my system.
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