The Glovesy Malone

Katt, Randolph-Macon Correspondent #2, spotted this shady character in Chicago over Christmas break. (Is it just me, or does the pinky look strangely warped, almost as if there's room for an extra finger... or a coupla bullet cartridges?

The OutKast

Wandering the cloakroom of the James J. Hill house in St. Paul, I came across this goofy fellow and was reminded enormously of 3:07 in this music video.

The Cuddlers

Reena spotted these in the Electric Fetus parking lot - possibly my favorites as of yet. 

The Minnesoooooootan

My dear friend Reena, who lives in Virginia but whom I met in England and who's been privy to many black glove encounters in the past, came to visit me in Minnesota over Christmas break.

We're walking along Grand Avenue in St. Paul on the way to Café Latte when I remark that I don't think I've ever taken a picture of a black glove in Minnesota; we discuss how strange this is, seeing that Minnesota is freaking sub-zero.

Not ten seconds later: THIS.