The deep meaning of random acts of wackiness

Star Tribune columnist Gail Rosenblum pens a story about a Mankato man originally from the Iron Range who developed a master prank that lasted years.

A world traveler, Jim Moore, selected a North Dakota couple at random and sent them handwritten postcards from all over the world. The joke was that he pretended that he knew them, giving just a little, but never much information about how or why.

The family grew to love the unusual updates, always wondering who “Jim” was. Moore enjoyed that he was giving the gift of handwritten mail to people he thought would appreciate it. It went on like this for seven years.

Earlier this year Moore passed away from a rare form of cancer. Friends informed the family of the prank. The families exchanged stories about the joys of Jim’s humor. Moore was a friend of my wife’s at Nashwauk-Keewatin High School and later at Hibbing Community College. I was able to talk to him a couple times years ago. Quite a guy, and what an endearing and quirky legacy he left, depicted well in Rosenblum’s piece.

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