I worked in downtown St. Paul at the Pioneer Press and the Dispatch from September 1968 to June 1988. The paranoia in St. Paul over its second city status was pervasive.
I've always insisted that St. Paul was so hard up for an attraction to call its own that this was the main reason for building the Civic Center: to regain the state hockey tournament that had moved to Met Center in Bloomington in 1969.
The Civic Center was one of those one-corridor arenas built on the cheap. It opened on Jan. 1, 1973, in the midst of the first season of the Minnesota Fighting Saints in the new World Hockey Association.
The greatest hustle seen from Fighting Saints employees came from the office workers, as they raced to the bank on the first and the 15th of the month in the hope that theirs would be one of the checks that cleared.
I had a considerable loathing for the the Civic Center because of the enormous number of rows in the upper deck, at the top of which was the press box. If the late, great hockey writer, Charley (Buck) Hallman, had not developed the proper method to tack your way to the press box – seven, eight steps upward, then walk a section to the left, repeat several times – the climb would've killed a full-figured fellow.
The other structure that was greatly celebrated in St. Paul was the building of the World Trade Center that opened in 1987. What a nothing that turned out to be for the Saintly City.
To me, the most-exciting thing that happened in downtown St. Paul in my two decades there was when a Leeann Chin opened on the skyway so you could get a quick, tasty lunch.
(They had shrimp toast then. Hey, Leeann Chin brainiacs, what happened to the shrimp toast?).