Not long ago, there was a particularly rainy day in Minnesota, with wind that seemed to wail against windows and shake the Twin Cities to their core.
It was bitterly cold and strangely quiet for how violent the weather was. It was that morning that the North Star State woke up to find that one of its favorite sons, the legendary musician Prince, had passed away.
I know this is a somber way to lead off an article, but there was joy in that communal sorrow; that night, Minneapolis was literally and metaphorically lit purple. Thousands of people flocked to the First Avenue music venue, where Prince made his name, and celebrated him together at a tribute concert.