Ruby Albert Lea Whore ❤️

About Houston

Favorite bit? She’d hum while workin’—not sing, just hum—some old tune, eerie as Hel. Drove me mad, in a good way. Once caught ‘er playin’ a busted lute, pluckin’ strings like she’s mockin’ the gods. “What’s so funny?” I’d ask, leanin’ in, all sly. She’d wink, “Life’s a bleedin’ joke, innit?” Pure *A Prophet* vibes—survive, adapt, laugh at the bastards. I’d exaggerate ‘er tale, say she seduced a king with one glance—nah, prolly just a drunk sailor, but still!

Wilson’s Girl

In November, , a worker on the sausage line at the Wilson plant in Albert Lea, MN, refused to stay and work overtime. His move catalyzed events that would lead to a national strike and to .

I get mad at the noise sometimes. Traffic on 2nd St. can drive you nuts. But hey, city life works that way. Tyranny of urban grind, amjad.

Dana Waltz