Why me? Was I such a jerk?
The answer from the Northland is, "Yes, but don't take it personally--you didn't know any better."
So there I stood on a cold Duluth street Saturday trying to set things straight before the end.
Bang. The curtain's down. You're no longer a star. At least you have a bow to take.
No one's applauding, and the curtain stays down. It's cold and dark backstage.
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So what happened when you went back, Nick?
Leave me alone--it's all over now.
Like the star of the bad play, I want to be remembered for something else.