I grew up watching my parents become dinosaurs.
They owned a corner drugstore in Minneapolis in the 1960s. They were smack dab in the middle of the middle class, neither rich nor poor but making enough to afford a house and pay for the college educations that launched my brother, sister and me.
Then, within the course of a decade, their way of life virtually disappeared. Freeways ripped up city neighborhoods as shoppers sped their way to chain stores in suburban malls. Just like that, corner drugstores, bakeries, hardware stores and neighborhood grocers closed across the city.
Our store near Chicago and Franklin closed in 1970. In my neighborhood, the once-busy intersection of Penn and 50th, which had sported a drugstore, bakery, hardware store and grocery store, became mostly empty storefronts. Each time one of those stores closed, the path my family had taken to the middle class narrowed.
I tell this story because it shows the importance of small businesses in Minneapolis. Knowing corner drugstores and lots of other small shops aren't around anymore means a lot of people have not been as lucky as I was. It's one of the many reasons we have a growing gap between rich and poor with a shrinking middle.
The story of my parents, and of many others like them, is a cautionary tale about how fragile a small business can be. Because margins are often so thin, a change in traffic patterns, an unexpected jump in the cost of merchandise or changing trends can suddenly destabilize even the strongest enterprise.
I think about this as I watch with increasing concern the polarized debate about how the city of Minneapolis is going to implement a proposed $15-an-hour minimum wage in restaurants. The details matter. But first it's important to understand the context of how the city's restaurant industry grew to become what it is today:
For decades following the virtual extinction of corner retail concerns, commercial streets all over Minneapolis were pockmarked with vacancies. Then something wonderful started to happen. Arteries like Lake Street started coming back to life, largely because a new wave of immigrants put in the hard work to follow the same kind of path my parents took to the middle class.