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“That rune thing is fugazi,” he said, sneering at Big Ole’s winged helmet. “To claim Norwegians were here 700 years ago sounds like a wild allegation to me.” Instead, he speculated, the Runestone was inscribed by white men scheming to claim Minnesota from the Natives, an assertion that almost seemed to be confirmed by Big Ole. From behind a blond beard he gazed into the distance, as if beholding his conquest. The inscription on his shield read: “Alexandria, birthplace of America.” As we pulled away, José saluted him with middle fingers out the rear window.

From Big Ole and the Runestone Museum we headed to Target, where I quickly lost track of José. I searched the men’s clothing department, where I hoped he would be considering some warm clothes. Then Kocher and I searched for him in Health and Beauty, where we figured he’d be looking for toiletries like toothpaste, a toothbrush, and soap. We eventually found him in Music and Electronics, clutching a portable CD player, a grip of AA batteries, and discs by Mariah Carey and Young Jeezy.