Umm . . . no. I live in Minneapolis, and I always yield. Especially if the other driver looks to be from St. Paul, which means he's most likely drunk.

With any luck, the Twin Cities can return to the pre-glasnost era, prior to Major League Baseball diplomacy, and the joys of cold war. C'mon Berg and Lileks, let's get ready to ruummmmmbbbbllle!

James: Hah! If you were a real Minneapolitan, you'd be on mass transit! You'd be waiting in a long line for the Ventura Trolley (which is currently cruising back and forth in front of my office)! J'accuse!

Will: As far as I'm concerned, the cold war between the Twin Cities was settled when I moved to Saint Paul, imparting the implied victory.

Hey, I lived for years in both towns, in the DMZ near Como Ave, Uptown , near Billy Mitchell, off Grand Ave., lastly in the pre chi-chi Warehouse District, and I must admit my loyalties were always for sale in this conflict. Now that I live in a less tension-riddled region of the nation, I look forward to regaling my child, when she is older, with stirring tales of my younger life in a geo-political maelstorm, when her mother and I crossed paths, like Bogart and Bergman, except without Paul Muni. Or something.

I live in a 'burb just west of Minneapolis and we too are cursed with narrow streets. We seem to do just fine with the yielding and hand waving thing. I doubt if anyone from St. Paul ever graces our streets since we're far outside the cozy neighborhood cocoon that most of them dwell in. I used to work with at the airport with a guy from St. Paul who swore that he had never traveled west of Highway 100. And he was proud of it. I also have relatives in St. Paul who didn't realize that there was a western counterpart to their beloved 35E. Once when they were visiting Iowa they became lost for hours because they kept looking for a sign to show the way to 35E, not realizing that it is part of the split of 35 in the Twin Cities.

in '87, I was freelancing, covering business for an eastside community paper.

I interviewed a woman - in her eighties at the time - who was quite proud of the fact that she had been to Minneapolis exactly once in her life - to meet her late husband at the Milwaukee Road depot when he came home from the war, and claimed she could count the number of times she'd been west of Rice Street on her fingers and toes.

Mitch/Elder:

That is one thing I found wierd about St. Paulites. They are extrmely loyal. When I talk of Rock Bottom (Twins first baseman Doug M will be tapping a Rye beer this evening, hint, hint), or Block E, or anything west of St. Paul, the response is universal "I don't do Minneapolis"

Flash
12 year St. Paulite, albeit a Transplanted Minneapolitan

You guys are going to have a Rye beer at Rock Bottom? I gotta swing by there and sample that. Red Hook used to brew an unfiltered rye that was outstanding. They shelved it and now have a "Sun Rye" which is okay, but not comparable to the unfiltered version.

Dang - wish I COULD get to the Rock tonight; my new office isn't QUITE as convenient (my old office was upstairs from the Rock: my new one is across from Kieran's).

Mmmm - Kieran's!