It was 1968 and Mike Evangelist was 14 when the self-described nerd from New Brighton hopped a bus with a buddy and headed to downtown Minneapolis.
To say the 11-mile trip changed his life sounds trite, but it's true. It just took him 40 years to realize it.
Evangelist was drawn by the promise of a 69-cent meal at the Best Steak House on Hennepin and 8th, but ended up being mesmerized by the city.
"I put a quarter in a bus and I was downtown." Evangelist says the word slowly, with a certain emphasis, as if downtown were his Magic Kingdom.
For several years, it was.
Evangelist already had decided that he was going to be a professional photographer. After that first trip, he trekked downtown at least once a week for the next five years, to "learn my craft and take pictures of cute girls," he said.
In addition to photographing plenty of cute girls (including his wife-to-be), he captured the city as it was then, before skyscrapers and skyways: with its sun-lit streets lined with two-story buildings; its quirky array of small shops and grand department stores, and its sidewalks crowded with suit-and-tie-clad businessmen, hippies in bell bottoms, stately older women in their furs.
Evangelist took more than 700 street photos, only some of which he developed (this was, of course, before the digital age), most of which he stashed away in a closet. For decades.