Subject: SHIVERCITY GAZETTE
CURRENT TEMPERATURE
Under a partly cloudy sky, with a south breeze at 6 MPH, the
temperature is 41 degrees.
Yesterdays H/L temperature was 56/29
Last years H/L temperature was 46/32
Normal H/L for this date is 62/37
Todays Skeeter Meter reading ZERO
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profanity makes ignorance audible
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L O C A L
Work behind the white sheet covered windows of our new Dollars & Sense
store continues. The north wall, as seen "over the sheets" appears to be
a display of colored bags. (no ethnic affiliation here) We still haven't
had any indication of whether the store will in fact open, or, if the
plan is to spend the rest of the summer stocking shelves.
It's probably a good thing they didn't put an "opening soon" sign in
the window when they started. However at some point one would think an
"opening sometime" sign would create some interest.
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From the shucks-bugger-heck department.
Rumour has it, a new bakery in the old Valley Jewelry Building no
longer has the proper ingredients and isn't going to seethe. According
to the rumour, or my imagination, whichever is more accurate. Some of
the the new bakeries proposed personnel have decided to go to Bagdad
with the hope of opening a sweet shop in one of Sodamn Insanes "open air
Palaces".
Now then, if that rumour is true, and it might be. Shivercity will be
looking for a person that can fix watches and bake bread in a partly
renovated Jewelry store.
This could well be a reason for an "out of the area" Realtor. I gotta
think THEY get many calls a day for a Jewjellyroll store.
------------------------
That reminds me. How many city lots HAS Crary, from south in the
prairie, sold so far?
------------------------
HOLY SMOKERS, some say it was inevitable. Some say they told me so.
One or two simply said "bull excrement."
Anyway, it does appear local mendicant Louie Goodrie has taken on a new
partner. This guy, can actually look up and see the top of the windows
he's cleaning. Yup, (that's Norwegian for you betcha) Louie's new
partner is sporting a new bucket and squee-gee, with extended handle
no-less.
I caught a first glimpse of Louie's new partner while he was
rearranging bird droppings on the windows of our local Wells Fargo
Stables.
Everyone knows, Louie has been in the window streaking business longer
than the cigarette butt that hangs from his mouth. However, Louie isn't
as young, (I don't think he ever was) any more. So, like businesses
often do. Louie decided to acquire a reputable well known business name.
To that end I think Louie 'did good'.
Eikenberry, yup, (that's Norwegian for the Eikenberry's are darn good
people) Louie went out and fished around in the Eikenberry gene pool
until he hooked one called Bruce. For those that haven't seen Bruce in a
while, or ever. He looks much like his father Dale "Red" Eickenberry. He
even talks like Red, and has red (faded) hair like Red.
Red Eikenberry (for the young folks) purchased the property at 46 West
Sixth Street known as "Tremy's", from Medford Otrembo in the early 50's.
Reds News and Sports was a popular noon hour stop for Central School
kids for the better part of 24 years. Believe it or not, at that time
most kids were more interested in hunting books than 'the other kind'.
John K. may have glanced through the ones with brown paper covers but I
never actually observed it.
So, here we are after many years, an Eikenberry is back in business in
Grafton. Isn't it great? Before I run out of ink, I should clarify this
new business arrangement I conjured up between Louie and Bruce. Did I
forget to mention that Bruce has also acquired an insulation business in
town. If anyone should need their attic, or anything, insulated. Contact
Bruce Eikenberry. His name isn't in the book yet, however just ask Louie
and he'll tell you where to go.
==================================
If everything works out, sometime later this morning we plan to take
the Master Cruiser out on a road trip. So far we're not sure what
direction or where. But then that's the fun of "cruising", isnt it. I
don't expect we'll be gone long, nor do I think we'll go far, time will
determine both.
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
==================================
P.S.
Thanks for the nice note Marilyn. I really do appreciate it.
Thanks to everyone that responded to the Leistikow Park stuff. Aren't
memories wonderful?
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
Wednesday, April 30, 2003
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
April 29, 2003 - Tuesday
Subject: SHIVERCITY GAZETTE
CURRENT WEATHER
The sky is mostly cloudy and the temperature is 36 degrees. A 9 MPH
north wind, puts a definite nip in the air.
Yesterdays H/L temperature was 54/34
Last years H/L temperature was 46/32
Normal H/L for this date is 62/36
Todays Skeeter Meter reading is ZERO
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profanity makes ignorance audible
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L O C A L
Today is the first day the Westside Drive Inn is "open for breakfast."
So far it doesn't appear to be to busy. Actually so far I haven't seen a
car in the lot.
Somehow pancakes and eggs sound better on a table than the dash of a
car.
For those interested. The West Side Drive Inn (formally the A & W Drive
Inn) is for sale. If any of you snowbirds are interested in summer
employment. Contact Country Realty and make them an offer.
----------------------
Have I mentioned the Country Realty sign in front of Terry and Mary
Henricksens home also has a SOLD sign on it. Once again I ask. Why are
we still fooling around with a Grand Forks Realtor, when our own
realtors are the ones selling property in our community?
Just this morning someone mentioned that, no matter who's sign is on
the property, anyone can sell it. My answer to that is absolutely. But
not before giving the Realtor that listed it there commission.
---------------------
Our Leistikow Park Campground has a couple campers already using the
facilities. Both campers have been there for several days. For a small
campground it's great to see such early season activity, and revenue.
The park itself, is already starting to take on it's usual "well
maintained" appearance. Every time I go through the park I'm reminded of
men like Milton Johnston. Milton was the driving force behind the
"posts" that surround the park roadsides. The large flowerbed on the
east side of the park was also instigated by Milton Johnston. Originally
it was intended to be planted as the American flag although the slope
wasn't quite enough to get the desired effect.
The Blacktop road through the park was mainly through the efforts of
Buster Schumacher, among others. Buster spent many hours with the
business community speaking of the benefits of a hard surface road
through the park.
It's not possible for me to look at the pool, without thinking of Hugo
Kutz. Hugo spent hours and hours keeping the pool "open" when high costs
of normal labor and materials would have forced it's closing. I can
still see Hugo cutting used tractor inner tubes into 2 inch strips and
wrapping them around leaking pipes. Some of those "patches", lasted for
several years.
The stone pillars at the entrance to the campground will always remind
me of Raymond Misialek. Ray built them as well as the ones at the
entrance to Heritage Village. They are a beautiful example, of field
stone masonry.
I must also admit, most trips through our terrific little park, reminds
me of my Father. Of his concern that Leistikow Park would always provide
a beautiful retreat for area residents.
My memory of city park supervision, only goes back to the time of Tommy
Ganyo. Tom was in charge and Earl Stoltz, for the most part did the
work. Later, when Earl took charge, the Park transformed into one of the
best kept, nicest looking small town parks in the country. I will always
remember Earl Stoltz as the person that put our "city park on the map."
Memories, aren't they wonderful?
--------------------------
Just as I turned on the weather channel this morning. A beautiful white
horse, pulling a wonderfully decorated carriage, appeared on the screen.
It reminded me of my Uncle Leonard DeSautel. Leonard always used to
tell me. "If you ever hear me talking about horses, you can shoot me."
He would say, "people that talk about horses, and, the good old days are
getting too darn (I cleaned that up a bit) old." "I" he would say,
"never want to think that old."
ANYWAY, as I looked at that horse I wondered what Uncle Leonard would
say,... about the bag hanging from it's butt. My guess is, whatever it
would have been. Most of it would not be printable.
Uncle Leonard always felt there was nothing good about the old days. He
would say, "todays are the best, and tomorrow they'll even be better."
I sure miss Uncle Leonard. He wasn't the most opinionated individual in
the world..... I don't think. However one thing was always for certain.
When you left his place you always knew where he stood on an issue.
Aren't memories wonderful?
-------------------------
I received an interesting response from Tom Zidon this morning.
Relative to my comments, as well as Wallys, yesterday about litter.
Tom wrote:
re: trash pick up per Wally
Wally asks "Where have pride and responsibility gone?" And "Don't
parents teach their kids any more?"
I suggest that pride and responsibility and teaching kids is still alive
and well as demonstrated by the parents and kids that were out picking
trash on a Sunday!!! God bless them!
Thank you Tom, for caring and sharing. You are absolutely correct. The
world does have many more "good" people than "bad" individuals. Using
current vernacular Tom, people like you and Wally DeSautel fall into the
"leave the world a little better category." For that the whole world
should be thankful.
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
==================================
P.S.
The Gazette has three open slots in it's subscription list. Yesterdays
Gazette was returned unopened from three Grand Forks Herald staff
members.
P.P.S.
While on the subject. If anyone else is tired of being "pestered" with
the Gazette, please let me know.
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
CURRENT WEATHER
The sky is mostly cloudy and the temperature is 36 degrees. A 9 MPH
north wind, puts a definite nip in the air.
Yesterdays H/L temperature was 54/34
Last years H/L temperature was 46/32
Normal H/L for this date is 62/36
Todays Skeeter Meter reading is ZERO
==================================
profanity makes ignorance audible
==================================
L O C A L
Today is the first day the Westside Drive Inn is "open for breakfast."
So far it doesn't appear to be to busy. Actually so far I haven't seen a
car in the lot.
Somehow pancakes and eggs sound better on a table than the dash of a
car.
For those interested. The West Side Drive Inn (formally the A & W Drive
Inn) is for sale. If any of you snowbirds are interested in summer
employment. Contact Country Realty and make them an offer.
----------------------
Have I mentioned the Country Realty sign in front of Terry and Mary
Henricksens home also has a SOLD sign on it. Once again I ask. Why are
we still fooling around with a Grand Forks Realtor, when our own
realtors are the ones selling property in our community?
Just this morning someone mentioned that, no matter who's sign is on
the property, anyone can sell it. My answer to that is absolutely. But
not before giving the Realtor that listed it there commission.
---------------------
Our Leistikow Park Campground has a couple campers already using the
facilities. Both campers have been there for several days. For a small
campground it's great to see such early season activity, and revenue.
The park itself, is already starting to take on it's usual "well
maintained" appearance. Every time I go through the park I'm reminded of
men like Milton Johnston. Milton was the driving force behind the
"posts" that surround the park roadsides. The large flowerbed on the
east side of the park was also instigated by Milton Johnston. Originally
it was intended to be planted as the American flag although the slope
wasn't quite enough to get the desired effect.
The Blacktop road through the park was mainly through the efforts of
Buster Schumacher, among others. Buster spent many hours with the
business community speaking of the benefits of a hard surface road
through the park.
It's not possible for me to look at the pool, without thinking of Hugo
Kutz. Hugo spent hours and hours keeping the pool "open" when high costs
of normal labor and materials would have forced it's closing. I can
still see Hugo cutting used tractor inner tubes into 2 inch strips and
wrapping them around leaking pipes. Some of those "patches", lasted for
several years.
The stone pillars at the entrance to the campground will always remind
me of Raymond Misialek. Ray built them as well as the ones at the
entrance to Heritage Village. They are a beautiful example, of field
stone masonry.
I must also admit, most trips through our terrific little park, reminds
me of my Father. Of his concern that Leistikow Park would always provide
a beautiful retreat for area residents.
My memory of city park supervision, only goes back to the time of Tommy
Ganyo. Tom was in charge and Earl Stoltz, for the most part did the
work. Later, when Earl took charge, the Park transformed into one of the
best kept, nicest looking small town parks in the country. I will always
remember Earl Stoltz as the person that put our "city park on the map."
Memories, aren't they wonderful?
--------------------------
Just as I turned on the weather channel this morning. A beautiful white
horse, pulling a wonderfully decorated carriage, appeared on the screen.
It reminded me of my Uncle Leonard DeSautel. Leonard always used to
tell me. "If you ever hear me talking about horses, you can shoot me."
He would say, "people that talk about horses, and, the good old days are
getting too darn (I cleaned that up a bit) old." "I" he would say,
"never want to think that old."
ANYWAY, as I looked at that horse I wondered what Uncle Leonard would
say,... about the bag hanging from it's butt. My guess is, whatever it
would have been. Most of it would not be printable.
Uncle Leonard always felt there was nothing good about the old days. He
would say, "todays are the best, and tomorrow they'll even be better."
I sure miss Uncle Leonard. He wasn't the most opinionated individual in
the world..... I don't think. However one thing was always for certain.
When you left his place you always knew where he stood on an issue.
Aren't memories wonderful?
-------------------------
I received an interesting response from Tom Zidon this morning.
Relative to my comments, as well as Wallys, yesterday about litter.
Tom wrote:
re: trash pick up per Wally
Wally asks "Where have pride and responsibility gone?" And "Don't
parents teach their kids any more?"
I suggest that pride and responsibility and teaching kids is still alive
and well as demonstrated by the parents and kids that were out picking
trash on a Sunday!!! God bless them!
Thank you Tom, for caring and sharing. You are absolutely correct. The
world does have many more "good" people than "bad" individuals. Using
current vernacular Tom, people like you and Wally DeSautel fall into the
"leave the world a little better category." For that the whole world
should be thankful.
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
==================================
P.S.
The Gazette has three open slots in it's subscription list. Yesterdays
Gazette was returned unopened from three Grand Forks Herald staff
members.
P.P.S.
While on the subject. If anyone else is tired of being "pestered" with
the Gazette, please let me know.
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
Monday, April 28, 2003
April 28, 2003 - Monday
Subject: SHIVERCITY GAZETTE
CURRENT WEATHER
The temperature is 38 degrees under a clear sky with the wind from the
NW at 10 MPH.
Yesterdays H/L temperature was 59/48
Last years H/L on this date was 40/32
Normal H/L for this date is 61/36
Todays Skeeter Meter reading is ZERO
==================================
profanity makes ignorance audible
==================================
LOCAL AND AREA
Yesterdays moderate wind, repositioned several grocery carts full of
empty plastic grocery bags around town. Lawn and leaf bags could also be
found filling the airways.
Rumour has it, yesterday was so windy, a few St.Thomas farmers actually
ended up farming in Larimore.
Those that knew my father, know he spent many hours a week picking up
other peoples litter. I do remember one time, dad grabbing on to the
steering wheel of our 1951 Ford Woodie to keep from falling out of the
car, reaching down and picking up a discarded beer can. Unfortunately,
the can was almost completely full,.....of beer,.... he hoped.
Now my father wasn't a particularly religious man. He certainly
believed in God, Heaven and Hell as well as the ten commandments and
didn't harbor an ounce of greed. On occasion, he would utilize words he
always described as pool hall english. When he felt it appropriate, dad
often would refer to people and things as body parts, never once
however, as to how those specific parts functioned.
In the case of the full beer can. I was almost positive, this would be
the one time dad would really let go and take full advantage of every
version of Funk & Wagnels four letter word assortment. Much to my
surprise, as dad was pouring out the contents that hadn't already
spilled on his trousers. He said, "Now, why didn't that guy drink this
before he threw it away?" Fallowed by, "and, if this can is full of what
it smells like, I'd like to stick it up his --- (donkey) and kick it
across Walsh County." Yup, (that's Norwegian, and so was my dad) that's
one I'll remember til I get moved into the old folks home. ANYWAY, I
received a note last night from Wally DeSautel that started this whole
train of thought. I would like to share Wallys thoughts with you and say
thank you Wally for caring and sharing.
Wally wrote;
Hi gary
Yes I missed the gazette, I thought you may have died and went to
heaven. They checked around for me and said you do not have any a
reservation there,
When I came home from the big lake this morning, Sunday. I saw two
families in the ditch picking up litter, people threw in the ditch this
winter. It is hard to believe, how they were picking up bag after bag,
and lined up on the highway to be picked up tomorrow by the highway
dept. Isn't it sad that two families would have to give up their sunday
to pick others litter? Where does pride and responsibility seem to have
gone ??? Don't parents teach this to their kids any more ??
See if you can jar a few people on this.
Many thanks old boy.
Poor old Wally
-------------------------
Aren't memories wonderful?
-------------------------
To that I would also add another of my "pet pieves." (pardon the pun)
It's people that walk their dogs over to someone else's yard and allow
them to "empty their colon." Then, to add insult to injury, they walk
the pooch up to a perfectly healthy bush (not the president) and watch
it turn yellow. And so it is.
==================================
"to know what is right, and then not do it, is the worst form of
cowardice."
==================================
Well, I think I've finally pushed the Grand Forks Herald over the
edge. It appears they have "blocked" the Gazette from entering their
E-MAIL room.
You may remember, Saturday I mentioned the fact that I didn't receive
Fridays edition of the Grand Forks Herald. You may also remember. I
mentioned not wanting to bother them with the fact that I paid for a
paper I didn't receive, and that I had to BUY another one, to boot.
I did say that, I DIDN'T MEAN IT. I really thought Michael Maidenberg,
Rona Johnson, Marilyn Hagerty or Marsha Gunderson would have gotten the
message and said, "oh darn, that shouldn't happen."
Unfortunately, even though I did include them all in my note. I
received a "we will not accept mail from that Shivercity Gazette
Goofball any longer." Or something like that. I think I did paraphrased
the message to some extent. At any rate, I have also included them in
todays note. If it's returned again today, I will have four additional
slots open in my address book.
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
==================================
The daffynition of a miracle:
Bobby finding,... and keepng, a job.
-------------------
Johnny Watkins idea of a perfect birthday gift. --- A television set.
The bigger the better.
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
CURRENT WEATHER
The temperature is 38 degrees under a clear sky with the wind from the
NW at 10 MPH.
Yesterdays H/L temperature was 59/48
Last years H/L on this date was 40/32
Normal H/L for this date is 61/36
Todays Skeeter Meter reading is ZERO
==================================
profanity makes ignorance audible
==================================
LOCAL AND AREA
Yesterdays moderate wind, repositioned several grocery carts full of
empty plastic grocery bags around town. Lawn and leaf bags could also be
found filling the airways.
Rumour has it, yesterday was so windy, a few St.Thomas farmers actually
ended up farming in Larimore.
Those that knew my father, know he spent many hours a week picking up
other peoples litter. I do remember one time, dad grabbing on to the
steering wheel of our 1951 Ford Woodie to keep from falling out of the
car, reaching down and picking up a discarded beer can. Unfortunately,
the can was almost completely full,.....of beer,.... he hoped.
Now my father wasn't a particularly religious man. He certainly
believed in God, Heaven and Hell as well as the ten commandments and
didn't harbor an ounce of greed. On occasion, he would utilize words he
always described as pool hall english. When he felt it appropriate, dad
often would refer to people and things as body parts, never once
however, as to how those specific parts functioned.
In the case of the full beer can. I was almost positive, this would be
the one time dad would really let go and take full advantage of every
version of Funk & Wagnels four letter word assortment. Much to my
surprise, as dad was pouring out the contents that hadn't already
spilled on his trousers. He said, "Now, why didn't that guy drink this
before he threw it away?" Fallowed by, "and, if this can is full of what
it smells like, I'd like to stick it up his --- (donkey) and kick it
across Walsh County." Yup, (that's Norwegian, and so was my dad) that's
one I'll remember til I get moved into the old folks home. ANYWAY, I
received a note last night from Wally DeSautel that started this whole
train of thought. I would like to share Wallys thoughts with you and say
thank you Wally for caring and sharing.
Wally wrote;
Hi gary
Yes I missed the gazette, I thought you may have died and went to
heaven. They checked around for me and said you do not have any a
reservation there,
When I came home from the big lake this morning, Sunday. I saw two
families in the ditch picking up litter, people threw in the ditch this
winter. It is hard to believe, how they were picking up bag after bag,
and lined up on the highway to be picked up tomorrow by the highway
dept. Isn't it sad that two families would have to give up their sunday
to pick others litter? Where does pride and responsibility seem to have
gone ??? Don't parents teach this to their kids any more ??
See if you can jar a few people on this.
Many thanks old boy.
Poor old Wally
-------------------------
Aren't memories wonderful?
-------------------------
To that I would also add another of my "pet pieves." (pardon the pun)
It's people that walk their dogs over to someone else's yard and allow
them to "empty their colon." Then, to add insult to injury, they walk
the pooch up to a perfectly healthy bush (not the president) and watch
it turn yellow. And so it is.
==================================
"to know what is right, and then not do it, is the worst form of
cowardice."
==================================
Well, I think I've finally pushed the Grand Forks Herald over the
edge. It appears they have "blocked" the Gazette from entering their
E-MAIL room.
You may remember, Saturday I mentioned the fact that I didn't receive
Fridays edition of the Grand Forks Herald. You may also remember. I
mentioned not wanting to bother them with the fact that I paid for a
paper I didn't receive, and that I had to BUY another one, to boot.
I did say that, I DIDN'T MEAN IT. I really thought Michael Maidenberg,
Rona Johnson, Marilyn Hagerty or Marsha Gunderson would have gotten the
message and said, "oh darn, that shouldn't happen."
Unfortunately, even though I did include them all in my note. I
received a "we will not accept mail from that Shivercity Gazette
Goofball any longer." Or something like that. I think I did paraphrased
the message to some extent. At any rate, I have also included them in
todays note. If it's returned again today, I will have four additional
slots open in my address book.
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
==================================
The daffynition of a miracle:
Bobby finding,... and keepng, a job.
-------------------
Johnny Watkins idea of a perfect birthday gift. --- A television set.
The bigger the better.
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
Saturday, April 26, 2003
April 26, 2003 - Saturday
Subject: SHIVERCITY GAZETTE
CURRENT WEATHER
The wind is calm under a partly cloudy sky. It is 43 degrees (above)
Yesterday H/L temperature was 64/44
Last years H/L on this date was 43/21
Normal H/L for this date is 60/35
Todays Skeeter meter reading is ZERO
Todays lovely living index---8---
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profanity makes ignorance audible
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SUBSCRIPTIONS
Some of you may have noticed the Gazette has been missing for a few
days. Some, probably haven't even missed it.
For reasons, several of which, I have trouble understanding myself, I
was unable to send out the Gazette. This morning, with the the help of
some very exciting information to share. I will make another attempt.
Speaking of subscriptions. I somehow, must, have forgotten to renew my
subscription to the Grand Forks Herald. I will admit, I really didn't
miss it until 6:05a.m. Friday morning. Then again I checked the box at
6:30, 6:45, and 7:10. Rats, no paper. Then Pat checked at 8:30, 8:45 and
again around 9:00. It was 9:15 or 9:20 when I had to make an executive
decision. Do I walk to Denny's and buy one, or drive to the Grafton
Square and hope they're giving one away with a gas fill. (they did that
a while back)
After checking the weather channel to see what the proper attire would
be for the walk to Denny's. I packed a light lunch and headed for
Denny's News Stand. Less than 10 feet into my journey. The term, 'darn
bugger heck shucks' crossed my mind. Here I am, walking all the way over
to the west side of town. To BUY a paper, with news, now 4 hours older
than the paper I have already paid for and didn't receive. HOLY SMOKERS,
I thought. Maybe the folks at the Grand Forks Herald were all suffering
from the same things that kept the Gazette from going out the past few
days. Then, as I risked life and limb, crossing the first busy
intersection. I wondered, could they have caught it from me?
I decided I'd have to be more careful. I didn't want to fall into the
same trap as earlier in the week. I'll "bite the bullet", I thought. I
won't even tell the folks at the Herald all the problems they cause when
they don't deliver as promised.
While jumping up the curb on the other side of the first busy
intersection, I thought to myself. RATS, what will I do if there is
something in that paper I should have known about 4 hours earlier. Then,
as I reached the halfway mark, I realized the hit my already tight
budget would take. What could I put on hold to cover the increased cost
of Fridays Grand Forks Herald.
Maybe we shouldn't go out for supper (dinner for you southerners) Maybe
I won't buy a fishing license this year. Maybe I could find a cheaper
place to buy minnows. Then, just as Denny's News Stand appeared in full
view, I had a thought that might solve all my problems. Maybe, the
Herald would send Pat and me on a all expenses paid trip Salmon fishing
in Alaska.....including, a daily Grand Forks Herald. Yah, (that's
Norwegian for WOW) maybe.
ANYWAY, when I started this darn thing this morning I wasn't sure if
yesterday was just a blurp, or, if I had been eliminated from the Herald
subscription list completely.
Then, at 5:57a.m. I heard the lid on Sami's Grand Forks Herald dog
house slam shut. Well dog bite my unit. There it was, Saturdays edition
of the best darn daily paper north of Hillsboro.
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Oh yes,...as for the main reason for todays Gazette. More important
than me, & mom. More important than the Grand Forks Herald, or, even the
Walsh County Record. More important than fishing or shinner minnows.
More important than Darcie Einarson moving into her new law office. Even
more important than Graftons newest physician buying Terry & Mary
Hericksons home.
Our youngest son Brad and his lovely wife Denise, ARE EXPECTING. I
think that's a term the old folks use so kids don't know what they do at
night. It could also be said Brad and Denise are expecting and INCREASE.
Another term that confuses me. The one I like best is, Gary and Patti
Moe are going to have another grandchild,......or two,....or
three,....or whatever. We'll take all we can get, and love each and
every one with everything we have.
So far, we have ten grandchildren. By the first of the year we may have
eleven, twelve, or even thirteen to spoil. To say we are pleased to
share this information with the world, would be an understatement.
We have raised our family with the belief that parenthood is not only
and honor, but also a privilege. I don't believe there is another couple
on earth with more desire for parenthood than Brad and Denise Moe.
Congratulations Brad and Denise.
Your Mother and I love you very much. You have them, grandma will rock
them, change their diapers, and, I'll spoil the heck out of them. And so
it is.
==================================
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY
Tom and Julie Watkins
It seems like only yesterday,...or the day before. It wasn't just by
coincidence that the day you were married, and the day Chuck (Demester)
Julies dad, went fishing in a light blue tuxedo was the same date.
Congratulations Tom & Julie Two beautiful people, with a wonderful
family
With all our love
Aunt Pat and Uncle Gary
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
==================================
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
CURRENT WEATHER
The wind is calm under a partly cloudy sky. It is 43 degrees (above)
Yesterday H/L temperature was 64/44
Last years H/L on this date was 43/21
Normal H/L for this date is 60/35
Todays Skeeter meter reading is ZERO
Todays lovely living index---8---
==================================
profanity makes ignorance audible
==================================
SUBSCRIPTIONS
Some of you may have noticed the Gazette has been missing for a few
days. Some, probably haven't even missed it.
For reasons, several of which, I have trouble understanding myself, I
was unable to send out the Gazette. This morning, with the the help of
some very exciting information to share. I will make another attempt.
Speaking of subscriptions. I somehow, must, have forgotten to renew my
subscription to the Grand Forks Herald. I will admit, I really didn't
miss it until 6:05a.m. Friday morning. Then again I checked the box at
6:30, 6:45, and 7:10. Rats, no paper. Then Pat checked at 8:30, 8:45 and
again around 9:00. It was 9:15 or 9:20 when I had to make an executive
decision. Do I walk to Denny's and buy one, or drive to the Grafton
Square and hope they're giving one away with a gas fill. (they did that
a while back)
After checking the weather channel to see what the proper attire would
be for the walk to Denny's. I packed a light lunch and headed for
Denny's News Stand. Less than 10 feet into my journey. The term, 'darn
bugger heck shucks' crossed my mind. Here I am, walking all the way over
to the west side of town. To BUY a paper, with news, now 4 hours older
than the paper I have already paid for and didn't receive. HOLY SMOKERS,
I thought. Maybe the folks at the Grand Forks Herald were all suffering
from the same things that kept the Gazette from going out the past few
days. Then, as I risked life and limb, crossing the first busy
intersection. I wondered, could they have caught it from me?
I decided I'd have to be more careful. I didn't want to fall into the
same trap as earlier in the week. I'll "bite the bullet", I thought. I
won't even tell the folks at the Herald all the problems they cause when
they don't deliver as promised.
While jumping up the curb on the other side of the first busy
intersection, I thought to myself. RATS, what will I do if there is
something in that paper I should have known about 4 hours earlier. Then,
as I reached the halfway mark, I realized the hit my already tight
budget would take. What could I put on hold to cover the increased cost
of Fridays Grand Forks Herald.
Maybe we shouldn't go out for supper (dinner for you southerners) Maybe
I won't buy a fishing license this year. Maybe I could find a cheaper
place to buy minnows. Then, just as Denny's News Stand appeared in full
view, I had a thought that might solve all my problems. Maybe, the
Herald would send Pat and me on a all expenses paid trip Salmon fishing
in Alaska.....including, a daily Grand Forks Herald. Yah, (that's
Norwegian for WOW) maybe.
ANYWAY, when I started this darn thing this morning I wasn't sure if
yesterday was just a blurp, or, if I had been eliminated from the Herald
subscription list completely.
Then, at 5:57a.m. I heard the lid on Sami's Grand Forks Herald dog
house slam shut. Well dog bite my unit. There it was, Saturdays edition
of the best darn daily paper north of Hillsboro.
-----------------------
Oh yes,...as for the main reason for todays Gazette. More important
than me, & mom. More important than the Grand Forks Herald, or, even the
Walsh County Record. More important than fishing or shinner minnows.
More important than Darcie Einarson moving into her new law office. Even
more important than Graftons newest physician buying Terry & Mary
Hericksons home.
Our youngest son Brad and his lovely wife Denise, ARE EXPECTING. I
think that's a term the old folks use so kids don't know what they do at
night. It could also be said Brad and Denise are expecting and INCREASE.
Another term that confuses me. The one I like best is, Gary and Patti
Moe are going to have another grandchild,......or two,....or
three,....or whatever. We'll take all we can get, and love each and
every one with everything we have.
So far, we have ten grandchildren. By the first of the year we may have
eleven, twelve, or even thirteen to spoil. To say we are pleased to
share this information with the world, would be an understatement.
We have raised our family with the belief that parenthood is not only
and honor, but also a privilege. I don't believe there is another couple
on earth with more desire for parenthood than Brad and Denise Moe.
Congratulations Brad and Denise.
Your Mother and I love you very much. You have them, grandma will rock
them, change their diapers, and, I'll spoil the heck out of them. And so
it is.
==================================
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY
Tom and Julie Watkins
It seems like only yesterday,...or the day before. It wasn't just by
coincidence that the day you were married, and the day Chuck (Demester)
Julies dad, went fishing in a light blue tuxedo was the same date.
Congratulations Tom & Julie Two beautiful people, with a wonderful
family
With all our love
Aunt Pat and Uncle Gary
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
==================================
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
Tuesday, April 22, 2003
April 22, 2003 - Tuesday
Subject: SHIVERCITY GAZETTE
WEATHER REPORT:
It's 32 degrees at the present time, with a 5 MPH breeze out of the
south. The weather channel says it'll be 66 degrees today and we can
expect "plentiful sunshine". That's what they say. I'll tell you
tomorrow what we get.
Todays Skeeter meter reading ZERO
Todays lovely living index---8---
==================================
profanity makes ignorance audible
==================================
L O C A L & A R E A
After checking the north side of every bush in the yard and not
finding even one snow flake. I decided to put the snow blower away,
again, for the third time this spring. It's "sta-biled" and stuffed in
the corner of the shed til fall. I hope.
--------------------------
The flowering plum that threatened to scratch or break the rear TV
camera on the cruiser is gone. Yesterday I decided the useful life of
that flowering plum was over.
Just as I was approaching the plum with my miter-box saw. My "little"
brother A.K. drove by. He pulled over and asked what I was up too. When
I told him, he looked at my miter-box saw, laughed, and said lets go get
a "real saw" and cut that thing down. That's what he said. What he was
thinking was, 'that plum will grow faster that that fool could cut it
down.' (if he was thinking that, he would have been right) ANYWAY,
within minutes, A.K. had reduced my problem to a pile of brush on the
boulevard.
My, my goodness, I'm thinking. Finally that pain in the but plum tree
is on the way to recycle heaven. Then, I thought, it would be a great
time to finish up the rest of the outside "spring clean." With Pat
working full speed ahead and me watching and showing her what she
missed. The next thing I knew, puff, our spring clean up was well under
way. With most of it already out on the boulevard waiting for Graftons
city crew to pick it up during our annual "spring clean-up."
We/Pat was almost through, raking up grass, leaves, branches, and junk
blown in from Western Plazas parking lot when I went in the house for a
glass of water. As I often do, I glanced at the refrigerator. (I've
grown fond of that refrigerator) and there it was. Everyone has one, I
think most people even read it before putting it on their refrigerator.
I expect it was printed on green paper just so folks could tell it was
something special.
Oh, I'm sorry, I'm speaking of the City of Grafton spring clean-up
schedule. I admit, I did know clean-up week was coming. I wasn't real
sure when, but I did expect clean-up week.
So here's the deal.---Items MUST be put out by May 4th (Sunday evening)
NOW THEN, IF I had a pile of old bikes, old grills, a house full of
furniture, metal, 20 or 30 televisions, humidifiers and maybe a humidor.
It would ALL be picked up and hauled away.
HOWEVER, IF I have a flowering plum bush, grass and leaves, a battery,
building residue, paint cans, a studded snow tire, concrete pieces or an
old kitchen stove. They WILL NOT be picked up. Now, I can haul, all of
this stuff to the landfill myself for free, IF I had a truck.
WHO COMES UP WITH THESE RIDICULOUS RULES IN THE FIRST PLACE? What
constitutes spring clean-up anyway? What part of spring cleaning DOESN'T
branches, leaves, grass clipping, papers, and junk that's blown in from
all over town, apply too.
It reminds me of the well meaning boy scout, helping an old lady across
a busy street. As he grabbed the lady by the arm and asked if he could
help her across the street. She looked at the little boy, midway across
the street and with a smile said, " thank you very much young man. You
see, I'm blind, and really do appreciate your help." It was then the
little boy realized he was working on his help a little old lady across
the street merit badge. NOT his help a little old blind lady across the
street merit badge.
So, like the city of Grafton during spring clean-up week. The little
boy dropped the sweet little old ladies arm and said. "Sorry lady, I
can't help sweet little old blind ladies today. BUT you can walk the
rest of the way across the street by yourself, if you want."
I happen to believe we have the best darn city maintenance department
in the country. Who, or what, is stopping them from making our little
community the very best it can be. And so it is
==================================
I received another interesting bit of information. This time from
Chuck Stenso. Some may remember Chuck running the local bowling alley.
Others from the LaBerge (Donald) and Stenso Dodge & J.I. CASE dealership
in town.
Chucks note among other things relates to the "Annex" building that was
recently "given to the city for taxes". I must admit, I wasn't aware of
the information Chuck shared in his e-mail. I would like to share it
with the rest of you.
Chuck wrote;
Gary:
We spent the weekend in the big city of Grafton and of coarse had a
good time with the kids and relatives. We went to the Strand Theatre on
Sat. nite and was pleasantly surprised at how comfortable the
upstairs theater was and how good the popcorn was. Good movie (Anger
Management), hope the citizens still take advantage of that place when a
good movie comes along. half the price of bigger towns, I might add.
I noticed the old original Stenso Motor Co. building has been recently
torn down. It was next to the clinic by the Grafton Paint and
Glass. The clinic was the used car lot. My father was there from
1933 to about 1940, then moved up to Hill ave.
The town looks nice and clean. That dike sure cleaned up that part of
town. Carl Polhad should look at Grafton for a new Minnesota Twins
down town stadium. There would be enough parking lots for them, and
right down town.
Enjoy you Gazette.
Chuck Stenso
PS I have a national Plymouth magazine with a picture of that
building with the car that Dr. Anne Lee purchased from my dad standing
in front of the building.
------------------------
Thanks for caring and sharing Chuck. I must admit, I'll be darned if I
know who Dr. Anne Lee was.
-------------------------
I just received a report from Mike Stauss. Mike says he was working on
his power driven cane last night and was bitten more than once by a
flying menus we call Mosquitoes. According to one University study,
Skeeter bugs prefer overweight Early Americans. If you should feel
something akin to a hypodermic penetrating your backside. Swat first,
and report the numbers to the Gazette second.
Thanks Mike, for that wonderful reminder of spring.
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
==================================
P.S.
Tom, it's time to start planning. Julie deserves the very best you
can do, and Saturday isn't very far away.
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
WEATHER REPORT:
It's 32 degrees at the present time, with a 5 MPH breeze out of the
south. The weather channel says it'll be 66 degrees today and we can
expect "plentiful sunshine". That's what they say. I'll tell you
tomorrow what we get.
Todays Skeeter meter reading ZERO
Todays lovely living index---8---
==================================
profanity makes ignorance audible
==================================
L O C A L & A R E A
After checking the north side of every bush in the yard and not
finding even one snow flake. I decided to put the snow blower away,
again, for the third time this spring. It's "sta-biled" and stuffed in
the corner of the shed til fall. I hope.
--------------------------
The flowering plum that threatened to scratch or break the rear TV
camera on the cruiser is gone. Yesterday I decided the useful life of
that flowering plum was over.
Just as I was approaching the plum with my miter-box saw. My "little"
brother A.K. drove by. He pulled over and asked what I was up too. When
I told him, he looked at my miter-box saw, laughed, and said lets go get
a "real saw" and cut that thing down. That's what he said. What he was
thinking was, 'that plum will grow faster that that fool could cut it
down.' (if he was thinking that, he would have been right) ANYWAY,
within minutes, A.K. had reduced my problem to a pile of brush on the
boulevard.
My, my goodness, I'm thinking. Finally that pain in the but plum tree
is on the way to recycle heaven. Then, I thought, it would be a great
time to finish up the rest of the outside "spring clean." With Pat
working full speed ahead and me watching and showing her what she
missed. The next thing I knew, puff, our spring clean up was well under
way. With most of it already out on the boulevard waiting for Graftons
city crew to pick it up during our annual "spring clean-up."
We/Pat was almost through, raking up grass, leaves, branches, and junk
blown in from Western Plazas parking lot when I went in the house for a
glass of water. As I often do, I glanced at the refrigerator. (I've
grown fond of that refrigerator) and there it was. Everyone has one, I
think most people even read it before putting it on their refrigerator.
I expect it was printed on green paper just so folks could tell it was
something special.
Oh, I'm sorry, I'm speaking of the City of Grafton spring clean-up
schedule. I admit, I did know clean-up week was coming. I wasn't real
sure when, but I did expect clean-up week.
So here's the deal.---Items MUST be put out by May 4th (Sunday evening)
NOW THEN, IF I had a pile of old bikes, old grills, a house full of
furniture, metal, 20 or 30 televisions, humidifiers and maybe a humidor.
It would ALL be picked up and hauled away.
HOWEVER, IF I have a flowering plum bush, grass and leaves, a battery,
building residue, paint cans, a studded snow tire, concrete pieces or an
old kitchen stove. They WILL NOT be picked up. Now, I can haul, all of
this stuff to the landfill myself for free, IF I had a truck.
WHO COMES UP WITH THESE RIDICULOUS RULES IN THE FIRST PLACE? What
constitutes spring clean-up anyway? What part of spring cleaning DOESN'T
branches, leaves, grass clipping, papers, and junk that's blown in from
all over town, apply too.
It reminds me of the well meaning boy scout, helping an old lady across
a busy street. As he grabbed the lady by the arm and asked if he could
help her across the street. She looked at the little boy, midway across
the street and with a smile said, " thank you very much young man. You
see, I'm blind, and really do appreciate your help." It was then the
little boy realized he was working on his help a little old lady across
the street merit badge. NOT his help a little old blind lady across the
street merit badge.
So, like the city of Grafton during spring clean-up week. The little
boy dropped the sweet little old ladies arm and said. "Sorry lady, I
can't help sweet little old blind ladies today. BUT you can walk the
rest of the way across the street by yourself, if you want."
I happen to believe we have the best darn city maintenance department
in the country. Who, or what, is stopping them from making our little
community the very best it can be. And so it is
==================================
I received another interesting bit of information. This time from
Chuck Stenso. Some may remember Chuck running the local bowling alley.
Others from the LaBerge (Donald) and Stenso Dodge & J.I. CASE dealership
in town.
Chucks note among other things relates to the "Annex" building that was
recently "given to the city for taxes". I must admit, I wasn't aware of
the information Chuck shared in his e-mail. I would like to share it
with the rest of you.
Chuck wrote;
Gary:
We spent the weekend in the big city of Grafton and of coarse had a
good time with the kids and relatives. We went to the Strand Theatre on
Sat. nite and was pleasantly surprised at how comfortable the
upstairs theater was and how good the popcorn was. Good movie (Anger
Management), hope the citizens still take advantage of that place when a
good movie comes along. half the price of bigger towns, I might add.
I noticed the old original Stenso Motor Co. building has been recently
torn down. It was next to the clinic by the Grafton Paint and
Glass. The clinic was the used car lot. My father was there from
1933 to about 1940, then moved up to Hill ave.
The town looks nice and clean. That dike sure cleaned up that part of
town. Carl Polhad should look at Grafton for a new Minnesota Twins
down town stadium. There would be enough parking lots for them, and
right down town.
Enjoy you Gazette.
Chuck Stenso
PS I have a national Plymouth magazine with a picture of that
building with the car that Dr. Anne Lee purchased from my dad standing
in front of the building.
------------------------
Thanks for caring and sharing Chuck. I must admit, I'll be darned if I
know who Dr. Anne Lee was.
-------------------------
I just received a report from Mike Stauss. Mike says he was working on
his power driven cane last night and was bitten more than once by a
flying menus we call Mosquitoes. According to one University study,
Skeeter bugs prefer overweight Early Americans. If you should feel
something akin to a hypodermic penetrating your backside. Swat first,
and report the numbers to the Gazette second.
Thanks Mike, for that wonderful reminder of spring.
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
==================================
P.S.
Tom, it's time to start planning. Julie deserves the very best you
can do, and Saturday isn't very far away.
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
Monday, April 21, 2003
April 21, 2003 - Monday
Subject: SHIVERCITY GAZETTE
WEATHER
Yesterday was one of the nicest windy days we've had so far this year.
Yesterdays H/L temperature 65/38
Last years H/L on this date 43/24
Normal H/L for this date is 57/33
Todays Skeeter Meter reading ZERO
Todays lovely living index ---8---
==================================
profanity makes ignorance audible
==================================
A R E A S T U F F:
A new sign has appeared in the window of Elmers old Ben Franklin
building. It's not a particularly fancy sign. It's hand printed on
construction. However, it does give some idea of the stores intent.
The words DOLLARS SENSE on the sign seems to indicate it will make
sense spending dollars there.
---------------------------
The appearance around the intersection of Currency Corner and Legal
Lane is changing as spring approaches. The Franks Pharmacy sign has been
removed from Darcie Einarsons new law office building.
Just across the street, two new printed by breweries, signs inform the
public. Generations, Bar & Grill is open and serving liquid libation,
and nourishment on demand.
-------------------------
Most farmers in the area are patiently waiting for dryer weather.
Tillage and planting equipment is hooked up and pointed toward the
fields. Pickups are busy running up and down country roads looking for
the first sign of dry.
The latest word from Granny's is another few days at least.
==================================
the "big D" trip,...continued;
As we turned into Nick and Di's driveway we were met by a Semi dumping
gravel in the driveway. After it was dumped we proceeded down the
driveway toward the place Nick and Dianna Conigliaro call home. It was a
impressive sight to say the least. Feeling the need to make comment,
about the only, intelligent, thing I could think of to say was, "dog
bite my unit." I was heading for a garage that looked like Ralph
Engelstad had a hand in building.
I'm not sure of the exact dimensions, but it took two shots with a
Polaroid to get it all in one picture. If we had a building like that in
this country, we'd fill it with sugarbeets and deepfreeze them.
Then I realized, every inch of the property was fenced. Not just the
horse and cattle type of fence, but also small animal kind of fence.
Just as two beautiful German Shepherds approached the car to welcome us.
I noticed a small (15) herd of black angus lounging around the feeders.
Also jumping and frolicking around the pasture was 14 freshly hatched
baby angus. We would soon learn Number five was still "with calf" but
should drop shortly.
As we unloaded the cruiser and approached the "house" with our
luggage, Di opened the giant double doors to their "log cabin". As I
walked in, the first thing I noticed was the high ceilings. Some
airplanes don't fly as high. Looking across the front hall, past the
main hall and over the gathering area was another set of giant double
doors leading out to the patio on the west. HOLY SMOKERS, I thought,
"some log cabin" I thought.
Di directed us to our bedroom. Again we went through double doors
entering our bedroom. Our bedroom wasn't really that big, about the size
of a Ramada Inn room. Although our bed also had large double doors to
enter the bathroom.
Every bathroom in the house has solid (one piece) tile floors, Showers,
whirlpool baths, marble countertops, and fancy flush water closets.
After trying out the water closet, I went out and sat down at the
kitchen counter, for a cup of coffee. Truck stops, rest stops or gravel
roads wouldn't be a problem, for the next few days, anyway.
As I'm leaning on a solid marble countertop, I notice the stove in the
center island is a six burner surrounded by a marble work surface.
Behind the center island another solid marble counter.
Then, after another pull of coffee. My eyes started on the walls. Up
over a tall round stand up oak table in the kitchen was a beautiful
little clock with birds denoting the hours. Looking in toward the
dinning area was a very large trout. It was about the size of an early
model lund boat. Then an Antelope mount caught my eye. Above the double
doors leading outside from the dinning room area is an Arnesens Rocky
Point Walleye.
Dividing the dinning area with it's table for twelve under a chandelier
made from Moose horns, and, a living area bigger than our house, is a
full mount Lynx. As I looked to the North wall I noticed what seemed to
be a small fox mounted and sitting above a very large entertainment
center. As I reached the center of the room, it was obvious, the fox was
not nearly so small close up. Behind the fox, a beautiful picture of elk
to round out the room.
Yup, (that's Norwegian for WOW) Dianna and Nick Conigliaro certainly do
have a nice little "log cabin." I'm not sure if that's where all the
trees in Northern Minnesota went, but it sure could be.
-------------------------
As mentioned before, my intent is that the Gazette allows me, and those
that receive it, the opportunity to exchange thoughts and ideas. As was
the case with Lynn Ebert yesterday. Evidently, as I passed through North
Platte, Nebraska yesterday in my ramblings about our trip to the "big
D". I jogged Lynns memory of an important event in his life. I would
like to share it with you. LYNN WROTE;
Gary:
When you mentioned North Platte, Nebraska,
it brought back a few memories. Way back in 1952 when the Korean War was
on, by some strange coincidence, Aurel DeSautel, Dick LaBerge and myself
ended up on the same ship from Yokohama, Japan to Oakland, California.
After spending 10 days on the water we arrived in Oakland, by 10pm that
evening we were loaded on a DC 3 and heading for LaCrosse, Wisconsin.
About 1am we landed in Salt Lake City, then after another 3 hrs we
landed at North Platte, Nebraska where some group of people prepared
breakfast for us at the hanger. I can remember the runway, it seemed to
me we were going to run out of runway before the plane got into the air,
but we made it and another 3 hrs we arrived at LaCrosse, Wisconsin,
where we were all discharged the same day. So are my memories of North
Platte,
Nebraska. Lynn
Ebert
Thank you Lynn, for caring and sharing.
P.S. Don't forget about the adoption thing Lynn. I'm not getting any
younger you know.
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
==================================
P.S.
If anyone is looking for the phone number of a terriffic young lady
CALL 555-Charlie Watkins
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
WEATHER
Yesterday was one of the nicest windy days we've had so far this year.
Yesterdays H/L temperature 65/38
Last years H/L on this date 43/24
Normal H/L for this date is 57/33
Todays Skeeter Meter reading ZERO
Todays lovely living index ---8---
==================================
profanity makes ignorance audible
==================================
A R E A S T U F F:
A new sign has appeared in the window of Elmers old Ben Franklin
building. It's not a particularly fancy sign. It's hand printed on
construction. However, it does give some idea of the stores intent.
The words DOLLARS SENSE on the sign seems to indicate it will make
sense spending dollars there.
---------------------------
The appearance around the intersection of Currency Corner and Legal
Lane is changing as spring approaches. The Franks Pharmacy sign has been
removed from Darcie Einarsons new law office building.
Just across the street, two new printed by breweries, signs inform the
public. Generations, Bar & Grill is open and serving liquid libation,
and nourishment on demand.
-------------------------
Most farmers in the area are patiently waiting for dryer weather.
Tillage and planting equipment is hooked up and pointed toward the
fields. Pickups are busy running up and down country roads looking for
the first sign of dry.
The latest word from Granny's is another few days at least.
==================================
the "big D" trip,...continued;
As we turned into Nick and Di's driveway we were met by a Semi dumping
gravel in the driveway. After it was dumped we proceeded down the
driveway toward the place Nick and Dianna Conigliaro call home. It was a
impressive sight to say the least. Feeling the need to make comment,
about the only, intelligent, thing I could think of to say was, "dog
bite my unit." I was heading for a garage that looked like Ralph
Engelstad had a hand in building.
I'm not sure of the exact dimensions, but it took two shots with a
Polaroid to get it all in one picture. If we had a building like that in
this country, we'd fill it with sugarbeets and deepfreeze them.
Then I realized, every inch of the property was fenced. Not just the
horse and cattle type of fence, but also small animal kind of fence.
Just as two beautiful German Shepherds approached the car to welcome us.
I noticed a small (15) herd of black angus lounging around the feeders.
Also jumping and frolicking around the pasture was 14 freshly hatched
baby angus. We would soon learn Number five was still "with calf" but
should drop shortly.
As we unloaded the cruiser and approached the "house" with our
luggage, Di opened the giant double doors to their "log cabin". As I
walked in, the first thing I noticed was the high ceilings. Some
airplanes don't fly as high. Looking across the front hall, past the
main hall and over the gathering area was another set of giant double
doors leading out to the patio on the west. HOLY SMOKERS, I thought,
"some log cabin" I thought.
Di directed us to our bedroom. Again we went through double doors
entering our bedroom. Our bedroom wasn't really that big, about the size
of a Ramada Inn room. Although our bed also had large double doors to
enter the bathroom.
Every bathroom in the house has solid (one piece) tile floors, Showers,
whirlpool baths, marble countertops, and fancy flush water closets.
After trying out the water closet, I went out and sat down at the
kitchen counter, for a cup of coffee. Truck stops, rest stops or gravel
roads wouldn't be a problem, for the next few days, anyway.
As I'm leaning on a solid marble countertop, I notice the stove in the
center island is a six burner surrounded by a marble work surface.
Behind the center island another solid marble counter.
Then, after another pull of coffee. My eyes started on the walls. Up
over a tall round stand up oak table in the kitchen was a beautiful
little clock with birds denoting the hours. Looking in toward the
dinning area was a very large trout. It was about the size of an early
model lund boat. Then an Antelope mount caught my eye. Above the double
doors leading outside from the dinning room area is an Arnesens Rocky
Point Walleye.
Dividing the dinning area with it's table for twelve under a chandelier
made from Moose horns, and, a living area bigger than our house, is a
full mount Lynx. As I looked to the North wall I noticed what seemed to
be a small fox mounted and sitting above a very large entertainment
center. As I reached the center of the room, it was obvious, the fox was
not nearly so small close up. Behind the fox, a beautiful picture of elk
to round out the room.
Yup, (that's Norwegian for WOW) Dianna and Nick Conigliaro certainly do
have a nice little "log cabin." I'm not sure if that's where all the
trees in Northern Minnesota went, but it sure could be.
-------------------------
As mentioned before, my intent is that the Gazette allows me, and those
that receive it, the opportunity to exchange thoughts and ideas. As was
the case with Lynn Ebert yesterday. Evidently, as I passed through North
Platte, Nebraska yesterday in my ramblings about our trip to the "big
D". I jogged Lynns memory of an important event in his life. I would
like to share it with you. LYNN WROTE;
Gary:
When you mentioned North Platte, Nebraska,
it brought back a few memories. Way back in 1952 when the Korean War was
on, by some strange coincidence, Aurel DeSautel, Dick LaBerge and myself
ended up on the same ship from Yokohama, Japan to Oakland, California.
After spending 10 days on the water we arrived in Oakland, by 10pm that
evening we were loaded on a DC 3 and heading for LaCrosse, Wisconsin.
About 1am we landed in Salt Lake City, then after another 3 hrs we
landed at North Platte, Nebraska where some group of people prepared
breakfast for us at the hanger. I can remember the runway, it seemed to
me we were going to run out of runway before the plane got into the air,
but we made it and another 3 hrs we arrived at LaCrosse, Wisconsin,
where we were all discharged the same day. So are my memories of North
Platte,
Nebraska. Lynn
Ebert
Thank you Lynn, for caring and sharing.
P.S. Don't forget about the adoption thing Lynn. I'm not getting any
younger you know.
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
==================================
P.S.
If anyone is looking for the phone number of a terriffic young lady
CALL 555-Charlie Watkins
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
Saturday, April 19, 2003
April 19, 2003 - Saturday
Subject: SHIVERCITY GAZETTE
CURRENT WEATHER
It's 39 degrees outside under a cloudy sky. The wind is from the east
at 9 MPH and it's raining.
Yesterdays H/L was 53/31
Last years H/L was 52/28
Normal H/L for this date 55/32
Todays Skeeter meter reading is ZERO
Todays lovely living index ---7---
==================================
profanity makes ignorance audible
==================================
L O C A L & A R E A
No sign of any new buns in Shivercity's newest (proposed) bakery. As a
matter of fact, there is no sign from the outside that a bakery is
really "rising" (pardon the pun) on the inside.
------------------------
The old Ben Franklin building across the street still has wrapping
paper covering it's windows. Maybe it will be a secret store although
not the Victoria kind.
-------------------------
The Chinese place rumoured to go into the old Walsh County Bank
building doesn't appear to be getting much attention either. Maybe
they're waiting for the bakery to open so they can purchase their
fortune cookies locally.
==================================
Why is it?---- If exercise is so good for you, does it feel so much
better sitting in a recliner, than running your butt off?
==================================
TRIP TO THE "big D" (not donuts)
We spent the second night of our one long day trip to Denver in North
Platte, Nebraska. For those of you that have never been to North Platte.
I could find no particularly good reason to rush there.
The Cafe down the street from our Motel was nourishing, and, the
service friendly. One of those "home cooking" restaurants.
As I scanned the Rand McNally it seemed the interstate was probably the
best route from North Platte to Denver. Keeping with our original plan
of getting up early so we could get an early start. We hit the North
Platte interstate exit ramp a few minutes past 9:30 (in the morning).
With the sun at our back and both rests, (sleep and room) taken care
of, we opened up the carburetor on the cruiser, leaned back into a
partially reclined seat and starting preparing mentally for our arrival
in the "big D" and I don't mean donuts.
We made it darn near to Ogallala before one of Mother Natures little
urges started rearing it's ugly head. This stop would later be
considered a true efficiency stop. Not only did the three of us take
advantage of Conoco's rest station facilities. Sami pointed out
Ogallala's fire suppression system, and, dropped enough "organic
material" to green up the boulevard for a whole city block.
Back on the interstate, with Colorado almost in sight. I couldn't think
of anything that would keep us from getting to Denver early.
Then, puff, right there in front of God and everyone. A bunch of
buffalo, tee-pee's and a rest stop exit that insisted we pull off an
check it out. It was Julesburg, Colorado. A rest stop, coffee shop,
information center the likes of which I've never seen. They even had a
special place for Sami to "rest". The sweetest "elderly lady" (somewhere
between 90 to 95 years old) approached me as though see was trying to
set up a tupper ware party back home.
Where are you going young man? How can I help you young man? Would you
please sign our register young man? Can I get you a cup of coffee young
man? Don't forget, to take an arm load of Colorado information with you
when you go,.....young man. She said.
As we left the rest area, we decided to take a peek at Julesburg. After
going through several of their antique stores, we noticed. Not only were
the furnishings old, but so to the buildings. To round out the
presentation, the people that operated the stores could all speak fluent
horse and buggy.
As we returned to interstate 76 it was almost a sure bet. We would
reach the "big D" before dark. Past Sterling and Brush we went with
hardly a fidget or cramp detected. Then Fort Morgan and Wiggins and
Roggen appeared in the mirror. It wouldn't be long and we'd be, were we
were going.
That's it, Kelly said, that's the exit we take. Turn right and then
left, then two rights, Okee dokee I said, but I get first nibs on the
bathroom. And so it goes,.....and so did I.--to be continued.
==================================
You learn a lot about people when you travel. You even learn a lot
about yourself, If, you pay attention.
So far I've learned. The earlier you get up in the morning. The sooner
you can have breakfast. I've also learned. The person that opens the
motel door is not always the first person in the bathroom.
==================================
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DENISE
Someone once told me. To celebrate your birthday on Easter Sunday is a
special event. It brings special meaning to love and life. This Easter
Sunday Denise will be your "SPECIAL DAY" for SPECIAL REASONS. With all
your families love and prayers, we all wish you the very best possible
birthday, and, a joyous Easter.
We love you Denise
Patti and Gary
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
==================================
P.S.
If anyone is looking for a super nice young man. Call 555-Johnny
Watkins
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
CURRENT WEATHER
It's 39 degrees outside under a cloudy sky. The wind is from the east
at 9 MPH and it's raining.
Yesterdays H/L was 53/31
Last years H/L was 52/28
Normal H/L for this date 55/32
Todays Skeeter meter reading is ZERO
Todays lovely living index ---7---
==================================
profanity makes ignorance audible
==================================
L O C A L & A R E A
No sign of any new buns in Shivercity's newest (proposed) bakery. As a
matter of fact, there is no sign from the outside that a bakery is
really "rising" (pardon the pun) on the inside.
------------------------
The old Ben Franklin building across the street still has wrapping
paper covering it's windows. Maybe it will be a secret store although
not the Victoria kind.
-------------------------
The Chinese place rumoured to go into the old Walsh County Bank
building doesn't appear to be getting much attention either. Maybe
they're waiting for the bakery to open so they can purchase their
fortune cookies locally.
==================================
Why is it?---- If exercise is so good for you, does it feel so much
better sitting in a recliner, than running your butt off?
==================================
TRIP TO THE "big D" (not donuts)
We spent the second night of our one long day trip to Denver in North
Platte, Nebraska. For those of you that have never been to North Platte.
I could find no particularly good reason to rush there.
The Cafe down the street from our Motel was nourishing, and, the
service friendly. One of those "home cooking" restaurants.
As I scanned the Rand McNally it seemed the interstate was probably the
best route from North Platte to Denver. Keeping with our original plan
of getting up early so we could get an early start. We hit the North
Platte interstate exit ramp a few minutes past 9:30 (in the morning).
With the sun at our back and both rests, (sleep and room) taken care
of, we opened up the carburetor on the cruiser, leaned back into a
partially reclined seat and starting preparing mentally for our arrival
in the "big D" and I don't mean donuts.
We made it darn near to Ogallala before one of Mother Natures little
urges started rearing it's ugly head. This stop would later be
considered a true efficiency stop. Not only did the three of us take
advantage of Conoco's rest station facilities. Sami pointed out
Ogallala's fire suppression system, and, dropped enough "organic
material" to green up the boulevard for a whole city block.
Back on the interstate, with Colorado almost in sight. I couldn't think
of anything that would keep us from getting to Denver early.
Then, puff, right there in front of God and everyone. A bunch of
buffalo, tee-pee's and a rest stop exit that insisted we pull off an
check it out. It was Julesburg, Colorado. A rest stop, coffee shop,
information center the likes of which I've never seen. They even had a
special place for Sami to "rest". The sweetest "elderly lady" (somewhere
between 90 to 95 years old) approached me as though see was trying to
set up a tupper ware party back home.
Where are you going young man? How can I help you young man? Would you
please sign our register young man? Can I get you a cup of coffee young
man? Don't forget, to take an arm load of Colorado information with you
when you go,.....young man. She said.
As we left the rest area, we decided to take a peek at Julesburg. After
going through several of their antique stores, we noticed. Not only were
the furnishings old, but so to the buildings. To round out the
presentation, the people that operated the stores could all speak fluent
horse and buggy.
As we returned to interstate 76 it was almost a sure bet. We would
reach the "big D" before dark. Past Sterling and Brush we went with
hardly a fidget or cramp detected. Then Fort Morgan and Wiggins and
Roggen appeared in the mirror. It wouldn't be long and we'd be, were we
were going.
That's it, Kelly said, that's the exit we take. Turn right and then
left, then two rights, Okee dokee I said, but I get first nibs on the
bathroom. And so it goes,.....and so did I.--to be continued.
==================================
You learn a lot about people when you travel. You even learn a lot
about yourself, If, you pay attention.
So far I've learned. The earlier you get up in the morning. The sooner
you can have breakfast. I've also learned. The person that opens the
motel door is not always the first person in the bathroom.
==================================
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DENISE
Someone once told me. To celebrate your birthday on Easter Sunday is a
special event. It brings special meaning to love and life. This Easter
Sunday Denise will be your "SPECIAL DAY" for SPECIAL REASONS. With all
your families love and prayers, we all wish you the very best possible
birthday, and, a joyous Easter.
We love you Denise
Patti and Gary
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
==================================
P.S.
If anyone is looking for a super nice young man. Call 555-Johnny
Watkins
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
Friday, April 18, 2003
April 18, 2003 - Friday
Subject: SHIVERCITY GAZETTE
THANK YOU!!!!!
It was great getting home and finding so many wonderful notes. Thanks
to those that extended birthday wishes. It's aways nice to be reminded
I'm not as young as I used to be. However, I'm not as old as I'm going
to be, either.
==================================
profanity makes ignorance audible
==================================
Before I get to far off track. I must express our most heartfelt thank
you to Dianna and Nick Conigliaro for a wonderful time over the past 10
days.
To Julie and Tom Watkins for extending such wonderful hospitality and
tour around the monument area. As promised Tom, I will tell the world
how great your dinner was, and the dessert you spent all night
preparing. More on you folks later.
------------------------
THE TRIP TO "BIG D"
We left Grafton around 3:00 on April 7. we planned to drive all the
way to Fargo the first day and spend the night with Tiffany. As we
arrived in Fargo we learned Tiffany had previous arrangements so we
decided to continue on. After being told a trip to the "big D" takes one
long day, or at the very least, a good day and a short one. It was
apparent, the long day trip was "out the window". Our first stop was
Watertown, (Redlin City) We stayed at one of those Motels with doors in
the parking lot.
It was a nice little Motel, almost as clean as Sami's kennel. The
little old lady in the office thought Sami was sure cute and that she
hoped he would appreciate the fire hydrant right outside the door. (he
did)
The next morning, hoping for an early start. We left our room at the
crack of 9:00. By the time we ate breakfast, argued who would pay the
bill, and got on state hiway 30 heading south. It was 10:30 (approx.) I
decided to take hiway 30 as it appeared to be a "short cut" to the "big
D". (not Dallas)
Does anyone have any idea how many railroad tracks, stop signs, small
towns and cattle crossing there are between Shivercity and the "big D"?
We weren't through the first small town south of Watertown before I
realized one serious omission in my travel plan.
We should have synchronize our bladders before leaving. Actually, there
are several parts of the human anatomy that need synchronization before
hitting the road. Anyway, thank God for small towns, gas stations,
restaurants and gravel roads.
With our minds set on the "big D" and I don't mean donuts. We were
running right up there around the speed limit thinking the short cut
would save way more time than we could spend. Right about here someone
mentioned dairy farm, then someone thought Dairy Queen and wouldn't you
know it. We found ourselves driving south, licking ice milk and hoping
to spot a rest stop. (not many rest stops on state hiways are there?)
Going over the S.D.-Neb. border was relatively uneventful. EXCEPT, for
the water dripping off the bridge. It made a mess of the cruiser, and,
reminded some that ice milk is mostly water. So, the first thing we
started looking for in Nebraska, was a place to leave the ice milk, we
ate in S.D.
After a couple more stops, for Mother Nature, a wrong turn in one of
Nebraska's larger, small towns and taking on gas (for the cruiser) I
decided I better start looking for additional "short cuts" to save some
more lost time.
Getting off hiway 81 south of Columbus on state hiway 30, seemed a
logical choice. We started heading southwest towards Grand Island. For
those that follow this route, be careful. There's a gravel road between
Columbus and Grand Island that has more than gravel on it. Not to worry,
if you're driving a 4-wheel drive, or hi-profile vehicle. You shouldn't
have trouble getting through the area.
While in Grand Island I made another executive decision. I'm thinking,
if, we headed south west on state hiway 30. We wouldn't be bothered by
all those darn trucks on the interstate. Somewhere around Kearney,
Nebraska (remember Jim, Don, Bob, Janice and all the rest of the
Kearney's?) I started getting the feeling North Platte might be the best
place to finish our second days trip to the "big D" and I don't mean
donuts.
I'm tired of travel,....... more tomorrow.
==================================
After going through 67 e-mails (not jokes) I found myself going back
to one that really made me think. Please let me share.
The note was from Glenn Paulson. I found it interesting that Glenn and
I share so much in common.
Glenn has just returned from a trip, much like we did. Glenn is retired
after 41 years with the railroad. I'm retired, and, I have ridden on the
railroad. My father also worked on the railroad, as a brakeman, before
being paralyzed in a train accident.
Glenn was a telegrapher and ticket agent. I too have sold tickets.
Glenn mentioned being a radio operator for three years in the Navy. I've
listened to a radio, and, I've ridden in a boat. WOW isn't it uncanny
how our lives parallel?
Glenn, learned telegraphy in the Western Union Telegraph office in the
Basell hotel. I too spent a lot of time in the Western Union office in
the Basell Hotel. My Father operated that office, along with a flower
business for a period of time. I might also say, it as the bowling alley
and pool hall in the basement of the Basell Hotel, where I honed my
swearing and spitting skills.
Glenn mentioned graduating from Grafton High School in 1943. I too went
to Grafton High School. If, I would have continued, I would have been 43
before I graduated.
Glenn had Hulda Carlson at Chase school, and Cora Lykken at Central,
and, again I had the same. HOLY SMOKERS, Glenn could be a relative and I
don't know it.
Glenn lived in a little house on the north end of Summit Avenue,
although he says it's long gone now. I, on the other hand, lived in a
small house on the south end of Summit Avenue and worked and played on
the north end in our evergreen nursery. Both of those are also gone.
Glenn mentioned Lynn Ebert is his cousin. I know Lynn Ebert. I've been
trying to get him to adopt me for several years. Glenn also mentioned
Lynn was his last remaining relative in the area. If, on the other hand,
Glenn, you could convince Lynn to adopt me. You would have twice as many
relatives in Shivercity.
Glenn mentioned he may well be one of Shivercity Gazettes oldest
subscribers. I can't be absolutly sure on this one Glenn. If Harley
Kingsbury doesn't have you by a regular dozen, he's got a Bakers dozen
on you.
I'm also not sure if Loretta Mattson wants the whole world to know how
old Truman is. But I'm guessing Truman may have been watching you run
around the school yard at some point in time. Then of course there's
"poor old Wally" Desautel, not to mention others, that feel older than
they really are.
This was not Glenns first "letter to the editor". I truely hope he will
write more, many more. It is precisely this kind a action and
interaction I have been hoping and praying for.
Thanks again everyone, for allowing me to be a small part of you life.
GLM
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
==================================
P.S.
Always remember, if you prefer your correspondence with me to remain
confidencial. Please say so. If on the other hand I might use some of
your information, please let me know that as well.
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
THANK YOU!!!!!
It was great getting home and finding so many wonderful notes. Thanks
to those that extended birthday wishes. It's aways nice to be reminded
I'm not as young as I used to be. However, I'm not as old as I'm going
to be, either.
==================================
profanity makes ignorance audible
==================================
Before I get to far off track. I must express our most heartfelt thank
you to Dianna and Nick Conigliaro for a wonderful time over the past 10
days.
To Julie and Tom Watkins for extending such wonderful hospitality and
tour around the monument area. As promised Tom, I will tell the world
how great your dinner was, and the dessert you spent all night
preparing. More on you folks later.
------------------------
THE TRIP TO "BIG D"
We left Grafton around 3:00 on April 7. we planned to drive all the
way to Fargo the first day and spend the night with Tiffany. As we
arrived in Fargo we learned Tiffany had previous arrangements so we
decided to continue on. After being told a trip to the "big D" takes one
long day, or at the very least, a good day and a short one. It was
apparent, the long day trip was "out the window". Our first stop was
Watertown, (Redlin City) We stayed at one of those Motels with doors in
the parking lot.
It was a nice little Motel, almost as clean as Sami's kennel. The
little old lady in the office thought Sami was sure cute and that she
hoped he would appreciate the fire hydrant right outside the door. (he
did)
The next morning, hoping for an early start. We left our room at the
crack of 9:00. By the time we ate breakfast, argued who would pay the
bill, and got on state hiway 30 heading south. It was 10:30 (approx.) I
decided to take hiway 30 as it appeared to be a "short cut" to the "big
D". (not Dallas)
Does anyone have any idea how many railroad tracks, stop signs, small
towns and cattle crossing there are between Shivercity and the "big D"?
We weren't through the first small town south of Watertown before I
realized one serious omission in my travel plan.
We should have synchronize our bladders before leaving. Actually, there
are several parts of the human anatomy that need synchronization before
hitting the road. Anyway, thank God for small towns, gas stations,
restaurants and gravel roads.
With our minds set on the "big D" and I don't mean donuts. We were
running right up there around the speed limit thinking the short cut
would save way more time than we could spend. Right about here someone
mentioned dairy farm, then someone thought Dairy Queen and wouldn't you
know it. We found ourselves driving south, licking ice milk and hoping
to spot a rest stop. (not many rest stops on state hiways are there?)
Going over the S.D.-Neb. border was relatively uneventful. EXCEPT, for
the water dripping off the bridge. It made a mess of the cruiser, and,
reminded some that ice milk is mostly water. So, the first thing we
started looking for in Nebraska, was a place to leave the ice milk, we
ate in S.D.
After a couple more stops, for Mother Nature, a wrong turn in one of
Nebraska's larger, small towns and taking on gas (for the cruiser) I
decided I better start looking for additional "short cuts" to save some
more lost time.
Getting off hiway 81 south of Columbus on state hiway 30, seemed a
logical choice. We started heading southwest towards Grand Island. For
those that follow this route, be careful. There's a gravel road between
Columbus and Grand Island that has more than gravel on it. Not to worry,
if you're driving a 4-wheel drive, or hi-profile vehicle. You shouldn't
have trouble getting through the area.
While in Grand Island I made another executive decision. I'm thinking,
if, we headed south west on state hiway 30. We wouldn't be bothered by
all those darn trucks on the interstate. Somewhere around Kearney,
Nebraska (remember Jim, Don, Bob, Janice and all the rest of the
Kearney's?) I started getting the feeling North Platte might be the best
place to finish our second days trip to the "big D" and I don't mean
donuts.
I'm tired of travel,....... more tomorrow.
==================================
After going through 67 e-mails (not jokes) I found myself going back
to one that really made me think. Please let me share.
The note was from Glenn Paulson. I found it interesting that Glenn and
I share so much in common.
Glenn has just returned from a trip, much like we did. Glenn is retired
after 41 years with the railroad. I'm retired, and, I have ridden on the
railroad. My father also worked on the railroad, as a brakeman, before
being paralyzed in a train accident.
Glenn was a telegrapher and ticket agent. I too have sold tickets.
Glenn mentioned being a radio operator for three years in the Navy. I've
listened to a radio, and, I've ridden in a boat. WOW isn't it uncanny
how our lives parallel?
Glenn, learned telegraphy in the Western Union Telegraph office in the
Basell hotel. I too spent a lot of time in the Western Union office in
the Basell Hotel. My Father operated that office, along with a flower
business for a period of time. I might also say, it as the bowling alley
and pool hall in the basement of the Basell Hotel, where I honed my
swearing and spitting skills.
Glenn mentioned graduating from Grafton High School in 1943. I too went
to Grafton High School. If, I would have continued, I would have been 43
before I graduated.
Glenn had Hulda Carlson at Chase school, and Cora Lykken at Central,
and, again I had the same. HOLY SMOKERS, Glenn could be a relative and I
don't know it.
Glenn lived in a little house on the north end of Summit Avenue,
although he says it's long gone now. I, on the other hand, lived in a
small house on the south end of Summit Avenue and worked and played on
the north end in our evergreen nursery. Both of those are also gone.
Glenn mentioned Lynn Ebert is his cousin. I know Lynn Ebert. I've been
trying to get him to adopt me for several years. Glenn also mentioned
Lynn was his last remaining relative in the area. If, on the other hand,
Glenn, you could convince Lynn to adopt me. You would have twice as many
relatives in Shivercity.
Glenn mentioned he may well be one of Shivercity Gazettes oldest
subscribers. I can't be absolutly sure on this one Glenn. If Harley
Kingsbury doesn't have you by a regular dozen, he's got a Bakers dozen
on you.
I'm also not sure if Loretta Mattson wants the whole world to know how
old Truman is. But I'm guessing Truman may have been watching you run
around the school yard at some point in time. Then of course there's
"poor old Wally" Desautel, not to mention others, that feel older than
they really are.
This was not Glenns first "letter to the editor". I truely hope he will
write more, many more. It is precisely this kind a action and
interaction I have been hoping and praying for.
Thanks again everyone, for allowing me to be a small part of you life.
GLM
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
==================================
P.S.
Always remember, if you prefer your correspondence with me to remain
confidencial. Please say so. If on the other hand I might use some of
your information, please let me know that as well.
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
Saturday, April 05, 2003
April 5, 2003
Subject: SHIVERCITY GAZETTE
CURRENT WEATHER
It's 9 degrees under a cloudy sky. A 6 MPH north wind puts a slight
nip in the air.
Almost every weather person out there is still predicting we will have
summer this year. Most of them aren't sure what day it will fall on
however.
Yesterdays H/L temperature 30/18
Last years H/L on this date 35/12
Normal H/L for this date is 46/26
Todays Skeeter Meter reading - ZERO
Todays lovey living index---4---
==================================
profanity makes ignorance audible
==================================
LOCAL and AREA STUFF
The mention of KGPC Radio brought back memories for some. I received
the following two notes that nudged my mind into memory mode as
well.----
Kathee Carlson wrote;
Yes, memories are wonderful. Thank you, Gary, for jogging my memories
of KGPC. Let us not forget a most gracious, generous woman who had a
regular program on KGPC for many years--Jean Archer. She addressed items
of interest to the community. I think Tuesday was recipe day and
Saturday she shared stories with the youngsters. She died in 1973
leaving a host of friends and admirers. I dearly wish I could remember
how she signed off at the end of each program. Can you ask if anyone on
your subscription list remembers? Thanks.
My mom sometimes substituted for Jean on her program, and even I took my
hand at it when my mom was out of town. I shudder to think what I
sounded like in comparison to Jean's delivery.
Kathee
-------------------
Suzanne Burns wrote;
Gary:
Your reminiscing of the days of KGPC brings to mind the Police Report
with Bill Janousek and his famous sighting of an "UFO". Also, I
remembered Jean Archer's wonderful morning program of local happenings.
She ended each program with a short poem or reading. I can't remember
all of it but the phrase "This is the Day the Lord Has Made" remains
forever etched in my memory.
Keep up the good work.
Suzanne
==================================
Thank you Suzanne and Kathee. Thank you for sharing and caring. The
exchange of information is the main reason the Gazette exists.
Reminding us of such wonderful people as Jean Archer and Kathleen
Carlson. Not only adds value to their efforts, but also allows us
insight, of the end result and benefits of our efforts.
==================================
"To know what is right, and then not do it, is the worst form of
cowardice."
================================== Tomorrow (Sunday) at this time,
it will be one hour later. It's hard to believe we are already at the
daylight savings time, time of the year. I don't remember what I spent
all the time I saved last year on. This year, I'm going to invest it
fishing,.....maybe.
==================================
Welcome Lynn (Knuth) Holte, to the crazy world of the Shivercity
Gazette. Our subscription department would like a note from your
mail-box every now and then to keep your subscription current. Our
subscription list has reached it's maximum capacity. Hence new
subscriptions will, if warranted, replace inactive subscribers.
==================================
It amazes me, how many more caring people there are. Compared to the
number of sharing people. It's relatively easy to care, it's much more
difficult to share.
As I look back on my life. I find an enormous amount of caring. I have
been blessed to be surrounded by caring people.
I wish I could say the same about sharing. The sharing of feelings and
thoughts. The sharing of family and friends, along with the sharing of
heritage, all must be done before we leave this world.
To wonder where you're going, is the challenge, in your life. To wonder
where you come from, without sharing, there's no light.
==================================
Last night Pat and I had supper (dinner for you folks south of
Minneapolis) at Marketplace on Eight. Rosalie (Kasprick) Hagen was
there, and, after exchanging travel notes. I mention Dan wanted us to
say hi and happy birthday.
She said to say thanks, and then added. Dan Crookston, my word (I
cleaned that up a little) I haven't seen him since high school. He was
10 feet tall then, I wonder how tall he is now.
I couldn't really answer that question Dan. I did tell her that,
compared to Rosie almost everyone was tall.
Did I mention? The Walleye and Shrimp at Marketplace was fantastic?
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
==================================
P.S.
Something to ponder. 40,000 soldiers are fighting with a green card.
Hoping to become citizens. The folks in France won't even eat apple pie.
P.P.S.
I had a nice talk with Maurel Mattson this morning in Granny's. It's
pretty easy to see the resemblance in his gene pool
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
CURRENT WEATHER
It's 9 degrees under a cloudy sky. A 6 MPH north wind puts a slight
nip in the air.
Almost every weather person out there is still predicting we will have
summer this year. Most of them aren't sure what day it will fall on
however.
Yesterdays H/L temperature 30/18
Last years H/L on this date 35/12
Normal H/L for this date is 46/26
Todays Skeeter Meter reading - ZERO
Todays lovey living index---4---
==================================
profanity makes ignorance audible
==================================
LOCAL and AREA STUFF
The mention of KGPC Radio brought back memories for some. I received
the following two notes that nudged my mind into memory mode as
well.----
Kathee Carlson wrote;
Yes, memories are wonderful. Thank you, Gary, for jogging my memories
of KGPC. Let us not forget a most gracious, generous woman who had a
regular program on KGPC for many years--Jean Archer. She addressed items
of interest to the community. I think Tuesday was recipe day and
Saturday she shared stories with the youngsters. She died in 1973
leaving a host of friends and admirers. I dearly wish I could remember
how she signed off at the end of each program. Can you ask if anyone on
your subscription list remembers? Thanks.
My mom sometimes substituted for Jean on her program, and even I took my
hand at it when my mom was out of town. I shudder to think what I
sounded like in comparison to Jean's delivery.
Kathee
-------------------
Suzanne Burns wrote;
Gary:
Your reminiscing of the days of KGPC brings to mind the Police Report
with Bill Janousek and his famous sighting of an "UFO". Also, I
remembered Jean Archer's wonderful morning program of local happenings.
She ended each program with a short poem or reading. I can't remember
all of it but the phrase "This is the Day the Lord Has Made" remains
forever etched in my memory.
Keep up the good work.
Suzanne
==================================
Thank you Suzanne and Kathee. Thank you for sharing and caring. The
exchange of information is the main reason the Gazette exists.
Reminding us of such wonderful people as Jean Archer and Kathleen
Carlson. Not only adds value to their efforts, but also allows us
insight, of the end result and benefits of our efforts.
==================================
"To know what is right, and then not do it, is the worst form of
cowardice."
================================== Tomorrow (Sunday) at this time,
it will be one hour later. It's hard to believe we are already at the
daylight savings time, time of the year. I don't remember what I spent
all the time I saved last year on. This year, I'm going to invest it
fishing,.....maybe.
==================================
Welcome Lynn (Knuth) Holte, to the crazy world of the Shivercity
Gazette. Our subscription department would like a note from your
mail-box every now and then to keep your subscription current. Our
subscription list has reached it's maximum capacity. Hence new
subscriptions will, if warranted, replace inactive subscribers.
==================================
It amazes me, how many more caring people there are. Compared to the
number of sharing people. It's relatively easy to care, it's much more
difficult to share.
As I look back on my life. I find an enormous amount of caring. I have
been blessed to be surrounded by caring people.
I wish I could say the same about sharing. The sharing of feelings and
thoughts. The sharing of family and friends, along with the sharing of
heritage, all must be done before we leave this world.
To wonder where you're going, is the challenge, in your life. To wonder
where you come from, without sharing, there's no light.
==================================
Last night Pat and I had supper (dinner for you folks south of
Minneapolis) at Marketplace on Eight. Rosalie (Kasprick) Hagen was
there, and, after exchanging travel notes. I mention Dan wanted us to
say hi and happy birthday.
She said to say thanks, and then added. Dan Crookston, my word (I
cleaned that up a little) I haven't seen him since high school. He was
10 feet tall then, I wonder how tall he is now.
I couldn't really answer that question Dan. I did tell her that,
compared to Rosie almost everyone was tall.
Did I mention? The Walleye and Shrimp at Marketplace was fantastic?
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
==================================
P.S.
Something to ponder. 40,000 soldiers are fighting with a green card.
Hoping to become citizens. The folks in France won't even eat apple pie.
P.P.S.
I had a nice talk with Maurel Mattson this morning in Granny's. It's
pretty easy to see the resemblance in his gene pool
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
April 5, 2003 -
Subject: SHIVERCITY GAZETTE
CURRENT WEATHER
It's 9 degrees under a cloudy sky. A 6 MPH north wind puts a slight
nip in the air.
Almost every weather person out there is still predicting we will have
summer this year. Most of them aren't sure what day it will fall on
however.
Yesterdays H/L temperature 30/18
Last years H/L on this date 35/12
Normal H/L for this date is 46/26
Todays Skeeter Meter reading - ZERO
Todays lovey living index---4---
==================================
profanity makes ignorance audible
==================================
LOCAL and AREA STUFF
The mention of KGPC Radio brought back memories for some. I received
the following two notes that nudged my mind into memory mode as
well.----
Kathee Carlson wrote;
Yes, memories are wonderful. Thank you, Gary, for jogging my memories
of KGPC. Let us not forget a most gracious, generous woman who had a
regular program on KGPC for many years--Jean Archer. She addressed items
of interest to the community. I think Tuesday was recipe day and
Saturday she shared stories with the youngsters. She died in 1973
leaving a host of friends and admirers. I dearly wish I could remember
how she signed off at the end of each program. Can you ask if anyone on
your subscription list remembers? Thanks.
My mom sometimes substituted for Jean on her program, and even I took my
hand at it when my mom was out of town. I shudder to think what I
sounded like in comparison to Jean's delivery.
Kathee
-------------------
Suzanne Burns wrote;
Gary:
Your reminiscing of the days of KGPC brings to mind the Police Report
with Bill Janousek and his famous sighting of an "UFO". Also, I
remembered Jean Archer's wonderful morning program of local happenings.
She ended each program with a short poem or reading. I can't remember
all of it but the phrase "This is the Day the Lord Has Made" remains
forever etched in my memory.
Keep up the good work.
Suzanne
==================================
Thank you Suzanne and Kathee. Thank you for sharing and caring. The
exchange of information is the main reason the Gazette exists.
Reminding us of such wonderful people as Jean Archer and Kathleen
Carlson. Not only adds value to their efforts, but also allows us
insight, of the end result and benefits of our efforts.
==================================
"To know what is right, and then not do it, is the worst form of
cowardice."
================================== Tomorrow (Sunday) at this time,
it will be one hour later. It's hard to believe we are already at the
daylight savings time, time of the year. I don't remember what I spent
all the time I saved last year on. This year, I'm going to invest it
fishing,.....maybe.
==================================
Welcome Lynn (Knuth) Holte, to the crazy world of the Shivercity
Gazette. Our subscription department would like a note from your
mail-box every now and then to keep your subscription current. Our
subscription list has reached it's maximum capacity. Hence new
subscriptions will, if warranted, replace inactive subscribers.
==================================
It amazes me, how many more caring people there are. Compared to the
number of sharing people. It's relatively easy to care, it's much more
difficult to share.
As I look back on my life. I find an enormous amount of caring. I have
been blessed to be surrounded by caring people.
I wish I could say the same about sharing. The sharing of feelings and
thoughts. The sharing of family and friends, along with the sharing of
heritage, all must be done before we leave this world.
To wonder where you're going, is the challenge, in your life. To wonder
where you come from, without sharing, there's no light.
==================================
Last night Pat and I had supper (dinner for you folks south of
Minneapolis) at Marketplace on Eight. Rosalie (Kasprick) Hagen was
there, and, after exchanging travel notes. I mention Dan wanted us to
say hi and happy birthday.
She said to say thanks, and then added. Dan Crookston, my word (I
cleaned that up a little) I haven't seen him since high school. He was
10 feet tall then, I wonder how tall he is now.
I couldn't really answer that question Dan. I did tell her that,
compared to Rosie almost everyone was tall.
Did I mention? The Walleye and Shrimp at Marketplace was fantastic?
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
==================================
P.S.
Something to ponder. 40,000 soldiers are fighting with a green card.
Hoping to become citizens. The folks in France won't even eat apple pie.
P.P.S.
I had a nice talk with Maurel Mattson this morning in Granny's. It's
pretty easy to see the resemblance in his gene pool
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
CURRENT WEATHER
It's 9 degrees under a cloudy sky. A 6 MPH north wind puts a slight
nip in the air.
Almost every weather person out there is still predicting we will have
summer this year. Most of them aren't sure what day it will fall on
however.
Yesterdays H/L temperature 30/18
Last years H/L on this date 35/12
Normal H/L for this date is 46/26
Todays Skeeter Meter reading - ZERO
Todays lovey living index---4---
==================================
profanity makes ignorance audible
==================================
LOCAL and AREA STUFF
The mention of KGPC Radio brought back memories for some. I received
the following two notes that nudged my mind into memory mode as
well.----
Kathee Carlson wrote;
Yes, memories are wonderful. Thank you, Gary, for jogging my memories
of KGPC. Let us not forget a most gracious, generous woman who had a
regular program on KGPC for many years--Jean Archer. She addressed items
of interest to the community. I think Tuesday was recipe day and
Saturday she shared stories with the youngsters. She died in 1973
leaving a host of friends and admirers. I dearly wish I could remember
how she signed off at the end of each program. Can you ask if anyone on
your subscription list remembers? Thanks.
My mom sometimes substituted for Jean on her program, and even I took my
hand at it when my mom was out of town. I shudder to think what I
sounded like in comparison to Jean's delivery.
Kathee
-------------------
Suzanne Burns wrote;
Gary:
Your reminiscing of the days of KGPC brings to mind the Police Report
with Bill Janousek and his famous sighting of an "UFO". Also, I
remembered Jean Archer's wonderful morning program of local happenings.
She ended each program with a short poem or reading. I can't remember
all of it but the phrase "This is the Day the Lord Has Made" remains
forever etched in my memory.
Keep up the good work.
Suzanne
==================================
Thank you Suzanne and Kathee. Thank you for sharing and caring. The
exchange of information is the main reason the Gazette exists.
Reminding us of such wonderful people as Jean Archer and Kathleen
Carlson. Not only adds value to their efforts, but also allows us
insight, of the end result and benefits of our efforts.
==================================
"To know what is right, and then not do it, is the worst form of
cowardice."
================================== Tomorrow (Sunday) at this time,
it will be one hour later. It's hard to believe we are already at the
daylight savings time, time of the year. I don't remember what I spent
all the time I saved last year on. This year, I'm going to invest it
fishing,.....maybe.
==================================
Welcome Lynn (Knuth) Holte, to the crazy world of the Shivercity
Gazette. Our subscription department would like a note from your
mail-box every now and then to keep your subscription current. Our
subscription list has reached it's maximum capacity. Hence new
subscriptions will, if warranted, replace inactive subscribers.
==================================
It amazes me, how many more caring people there are. Compared to the
number of sharing people. It's relatively easy to care, it's much more
difficult to share.
As I look back on my life. I find an enormous amount of caring. I have
been blessed to be surrounded by caring people.
I wish I could say the same about sharing. The sharing of feelings and
thoughts. The sharing of family and friends, along with the sharing of
heritage, all must be done before we leave this world.
To wonder where you're going, is the challenge, in your life. To wonder
where you come from, without sharing, there's no light.
==================================
Last night Pat and I had supper (dinner for you folks south of
Minneapolis) at Marketplace on Eight. Rosalie (Kasprick) Hagen was
there, and, after exchanging travel notes. I mention Dan wanted us to
say hi and happy birthday.
She said to say thanks, and then added. Dan Crookston, my word (I
cleaned that up a little) I haven't seen him since high school. He was
10 feet tall then, I wonder how tall he is now.
I couldn't really answer that question Dan. I did tell her that,
compared to Rosie almost everyone was tall.
Did I mention? The Walleye and Shrimp at Marketplace was fantastic?
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
==================================
P.S.
Something to ponder. 40,000 soldiers are fighting with a green card.
Hoping to become citizens. The folks in France won't even eat apple pie.
P.P.S.
I had a nice talk with Maurel Mattson this morning in Granny's. It's
pretty easy to see the resemblance in his gene pool
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
Friday, April 04, 2003
April 4, 2003
Subject: SHIVERCITY GAZETTE
CURRENT WEATHER
With the wind from the NE at 14 MPH under cloudy skies, the temperature
is 19 degrees.
The major winter storm forecast for our area yesterday. Ended up to
resemble that of a Private, or Private First Class. The last Major
winter storm for our area was back in the last century. (1997)
Yesterdays H/L was 28/23
Last years H/L on this date 31/16
Normal H/L for this date is 42/25
Todays Skeeter Meter reading ZERO
Todays lovely living index---4---
==================================
profanity makes ignorance audible
==================================
LOCAL and AREA STUFF
According to Todd Morgans article SPEED LIMIT TO REMAIN 55-MPH, on the
front page of this weeks Walsh County Record. The County Commissioners
have decided to keep the county speed limit at 55 MPH. That decision was
a good one.
Individuals that feel the speed limit on county roads should be raised.
Have the option of considering county roads, toll roads. Then, when
arrested, they can claim it as a business expense. I'm not sure the IRS
will allow it, however, my guess is, it's not the dumbest idea they've
ever heard.
Judging by the size of the Walsh County Court Report. Several county
travelers have already chosen that option.
==================================
CORRECTION:
In yesterdays Gazette I referred to KXPO radio's old call letters as
KGPO. I have been reminded, and very graciously I might add, that the
old call letters were KGPC. I knew that. I do have a viable excuse
however. Actually, I think the donkey that designed my key-board
deserves much of the blame.
I think putting the C so close to the O qualifies for the poor design
club. I'm almost sure, if the C had not been so close to he O, I
wouldn't have made the type-O (pardon the pun)
Old-times will remember some of the individuals that started KGPC. Ted
Mattson, (Ted's Tavern) Elton Ringsak, (Attorney) Rodney Webb,
(Attorney) and Clayton Matheson (station manager) among others. Over the
years KGPC radio personalities, include names such as Don Jorstad, Noel
Stendahl, Del Nygard (later became an owner) DJ Johnson, Sig Jagelski,
Bob Hunt and Gunder Berg (in the snuss room) to mention a few.
Gosh it's great to know some folks actually read this babble once in a
while.
Thanks a million Kathee, your note brought back memories of several
individuals I haven't thought of for a long time. Aren't memories
wonderful?
==================================
"To know what is right, and then not do it, is the worst form of
cowardice."
==================================
Judging by the amount of vehicles in front of Graftons new furniture
store. Landowski's Furniture appears to be doing well. It is a beautiful
store, full of beautiful furniture. One of the slogans Landowski uses
"first or last, a chance to bid, is all we ask." Says much about the
business, and, the area it serves.
I suppose it is possible that there is something out there somewhere
Landowski's couldn't get for their customer. I just can't imagine what
that might be.
==================================
S P O R T S and STUFF:
What about that Herby Puckett guy? Did anyone have any doubt Herby
would get off. (pardon the pun) As soon as I heard a famous quarter back
named Herby, was charged with taken a girl in the boys bathroom, I
figured someone got their signals crossed. (pardon the pun)
As I see it. Herby's in the huttle talking and patting the rest of his
team on the rump. Someone suggested he go for the "tight end". Herby, a
famous member of the hall says, NO, I'm heading for the "wide receiver".
Herby continues, as soon as I finish fooling around with the centers
rump, I'm gonna give it to the first open man in the field.
Now, not being an expert in sports, I'm not aware of all of the
possibilities. Some circumstances of the situation will have to be left
to the readers with more expertise than I.
To think a man of Herby's stature would even consider taking a 'lady'
into the boys bathroom for anything other than honorable reasons. Would
totally destroy the integrity of the sport of basketball.
Anyone can see, by simply looking at a picture of Herby. He spends most
of his waking hours grazing, not grasping. Unfortunately. it is also
evident. Most of what Herby consumes, doesn't turn to excrement.
And so it is.
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
==================================
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
CURRENT WEATHER
With the wind from the NE at 14 MPH under cloudy skies, the temperature
is 19 degrees.
The major winter storm forecast for our area yesterday. Ended up to
resemble that of a Private, or Private First Class. The last Major
winter storm for our area was back in the last century. (1997)
Yesterdays H/L was 28/23
Last years H/L on this date 31/16
Normal H/L for this date is 42/25
Todays Skeeter Meter reading ZERO
Todays lovely living index---4---
==================================
profanity makes ignorance audible
==================================
LOCAL and AREA STUFF
According to Todd Morgans article SPEED LIMIT TO REMAIN 55-MPH, on the
front page of this weeks Walsh County Record. The County Commissioners
have decided to keep the county speed limit at 55 MPH. That decision was
a good one.
Individuals that feel the speed limit on county roads should be raised.
Have the option of considering county roads, toll roads. Then, when
arrested, they can claim it as a business expense. I'm not sure the IRS
will allow it, however, my guess is, it's not the dumbest idea they've
ever heard.
Judging by the size of the Walsh County Court Report. Several county
travelers have already chosen that option.
==================================
CORRECTION:
In yesterdays Gazette I referred to KXPO radio's old call letters as
KGPO. I have been reminded, and very graciously I might add, that the
old call letters were KGPC. I knew that. I do have a viable excuse
however. Actually, I think the donkey that designed my key-board
deserves much of the blame.
I think putting the C so close to the O qualifies for the poor design
club. I'm almost sure, if the C had not been so close to he O, I
wouldn't have made the type-O (pardon the pun)
Old-times will remember some of the individuals that started KGPC. Ted
Mattson, (Ted's Tavern) Elton Ringsak, (Attorney) Rodney Webb,
(Attorney) and Clayton Matheson (station manager) among others. Over the
years KGPC radio personalities, include names such as Don Jorstad, Noel
Stendahl, Del Nygard (later became an owner) DJ Johnson, Sig Jagelski,
Bob Hunt and Gunder Berg (in the snuss room) to mention a few.
Gosh it's great to know some folks actually read this babble once in a
while.
Thanks a million Kathee, your note brought back memories of several
individuals I haven't thought of for a long time. Aren't memories
wonderful?
==================================
"To know what is right, and then not do it, is the worst form of
cowardice."
==================================
Judging by the amount of vehicles in front of Graftons new furniture
store. Landowski's Furniture appears to be doing well. It is a beautiful
store, full of beautiful furniture. One of the slogans Landowski uses
"first or last, a chance to bid, is all we ask." Says much about the
business, and, the area it serves.
I suppose it is possible that there is something out there somewhere
Landowski's couldn't get for their customer. I just can't imagine what
that might be.
==================================
S P O R T S and STUFF:
What about that Herby Puckett guy? Did anyone have any doubt Herby
would get off. (pardon the pun) As soon as I heard a famous quarter back
named Herby, was charged with taken a girl in the boys bathroom, I
figured someone got their signals crossed. (pardon the pun)
As I see it. Herby's in the huttle talking and patting the rest of his
team on the rump. Someone suggested he go for the "tight end". Herby, a
famous member of the hall says, NO, I'm heading for the "wide receiver".
Herby continues, as soon as I finish fooling around with the centers
rump, I'm gonna give it to the first open man in the field.
Now, not being an expert in sports, I'm not aware of all of the
possibilities. Some circumstances of the situation will have to be left
to the readers with more expertise than I.
To think a man of Herby's stature would even consider taking a 'lady'
into the boys bathroom for anything other than honorable reasons. Would
totally destroy the integrity of the sport of basketball.
Anyone can see, by simply looking at a picture of Herby. He spends most
of his waking hours grazing, not grasping. Unfortunately. it is also
evident. Most of what Herby consumes, doesn't turn to excrement.
And so it is.
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
==================================
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
Tuesday, April 01, 2003
April 1, 2003 - Tuesday
Subject: SHIVERCITY GAZETTE
It's 34 degrees outside with a 14 MPH wind out of Canada. The sky is
full of clouds and the clouds are full of water. So far, none of them
have started leaking.
Yesterday days H/L was
Last years H/L on this date was
Normal H/L for this date is
Todays Skeeter Meter reading is ZERO
Todays lovely living index is 3
We are under a winter storm watch for tonight. The weather person is
saying we could get from one to three inches of ski wax tonight.
Rats, (that's Norwegian for dirty varments) and I just put stabil in
the snow blower and stuck it the in the back of the shed.
==================================
profanity makes ignorance audible
==================================
NOCTURNAL
Did you ever have one of those days? When nothin' ain't right, from
morning til night. Did you ever have one of those's days?
Well, I just had, "one of those nights." It all started around 9:00pm
last night, as I walked past the refrigerator. Several years ago (I
think) we rented out the door of our refrigerator to the medical
industry. Since then it has become the "appointment center" of our
world. Anyway, as I glanced at the door, I was reminded I'm scheduled to
meet with Dr. Pettit in the morning. I like Dr. Pettit. I even like to
watch him on his TV show, Becker, on Sunday nights. Except for the test
for carpal tunnel he hasn't even hurt me, very much.
As I went to bed I wasn't thinking of anything in particular. I didn't
even get through the first flock of sheep and I was sound asleep. Then,
as I rolled over the number 10:10 appeared on the clock. I remember
hearing something about Raymond getting his backside carrest and puff,
back to sleep. I was sawing logs with the best of them when, all of a
sudden I opened my eyes and there was a 10:14 on the clock.
I pushed Sami over to his 'mom', rolled over and went right back to
sleep. The next thing know, Sami is licking my ear wanting to visit his
favorite fire hydrant. Holy smokers, I'm thinking, it must be almost
time to get up. On the way through the kitchen I noticed 11:07 on the
clock. Wow, I thought, when I get back to bed I'll still get a full
nights sleep,...I thought.
Sami hit the hydrant and we both went back to bed. Sami feel right to
sleep. I started thinking about Dr Deason, and how he broke off a needle
in my butt. On the same Christmas eve I received my first ever Tonka
truck. It's 11:13. Everyone was at Gramma Sevigny's house having a great
time, and, I had to get sick. Take him over to Doc Deason Aunt Theresa
said, he'll give him some stuff and he'll be fine in no time Aunt Winney
said. Aunt Fabi said, "why don't you just take him home and put him to
bed?" It's 11:16. Fabi was 'close with her money' to say the least. As I
remember it, we returned to gramma's house from Dr. Deason and now,
along with being sicker than a dog (sorry Sami) I had this serious pain
in the donkey. It's 11:23.
Then I spent the next several minutes trying to remember why I hate
needles. Then of course, several minutes trying to forget my feelings
about needles. It's 11:44pm.
Between 11:44 and 11:45 I started thinking about my brother David and
the time he got into some poison Oak. I remember thinking how lucky he
was. All I could ever find was poison Ivy. It's 11:52 and I can still
see him laying out in the sun in front of the little house. Covered from
head to toe with that pink junk.
I must have fallen asleep shortly after 11:54 as the next numbers on
the clock flashed 12:07. Then the "ring worm" age started messaging my
medical memory bank. Those stocking caps from long john legs didn't
change the looks of the boys much. However it did make some of the girls
look like little creatures from a Disney movie. It's 12:16 and that's no
April fool.
Then I started thinking about the time I had chicken pox. I'm not sure
if the hair on my arms was long enough to pull yet or not. I know I
could still see me rubbing and scratching. With every scratch mom would
say, your going to be all scared up, and, look like heck (I cleaned that
up a little) when you get older. She was right, but I don't think it had
anything to do with scratching. It's 12:44am.
If I don't get to sleep, I'm going to be tired tomorrow, I thought.
Then I remembered the 1965 beet harvest with Uncle Leonard. We went 72
hours straight trying to get the crop off. We did, and I'm not nearly
that tired now, I thought. It's 1:23pm. It was a long harvest, it even
took awhile to remember it.
Then the Kimbells Turkey plant and my first serious stay in the
hospital ran through my memory bank. Blood poisoning they said. 6 days
in the hospital cleared it up,.....the first time. The second time, less
than a week later, I got to stay in a motorized bed for 10 days. Then
they said, the next time will probably be your last. Okay, I found other
employment. (cleaning the city sewer system) It's 1:49pm, and, I'm
pretty sure I can get some sleep.
Again I push Sami over to Pat's side of the bed, roll over, slap my
pillow, shut my eyes, and shoot. (that's Norwegian for still can't
sleep) It's 1:51. Maybe a quick trip to the library would help me out of
the nocturnal mode. It's 2:09, nope that didn't work.
As I joined Pat and Sami once again, I remembered Dr Eaton telling me I
should have went to see him "before" my appendix burst. It's 2:13 and
the next thing I know Dr Eaton is sewing the heel back on my left foot.
Then I revisited the Toro reel type (tee box) mower that chased me down
the fairway at the golf course until it finally cut my heel off. Now,
it's already 2.30.
For some reason, both shoulders seem to hurt more so I decided to get
up and take a couple pills. I turned on the war for a minutes and then
returned to be bed. It's 2:49, Sami is still tucked up close to Pat and
everything looks good for a rest of the night sleep. It's 3:02 and, the
rest of the nights sleep just went in the crapper.
I woke up Sami, put him on my chest, scratched his belly and told him
how happy I was that he was willing to stay up and talk with me. It's
3.17, Sami's falling asleep, and, I'm not. So, I laid Sami down beside
Pat, and, decided it's time to get up.
After all, I did have to make coffee, take a shower, get dressed,
address the daily Gazette list, and be at Granny's by 6:00.
Now then, two things I can tell you. There isn't much to do in the
middle of the night in Shivercity. I wasn't late for coffee at Granny's.
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
(and see Doctor Pettit)
-------------------------
P.S.
8 more nights and I'll be able to celebrate the day that started all
this foolishness.
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
It's 34 degrees outside with a 14 MPH wind out of Canada. The sky is
full of clouds and the clouds are full of water. So far, none of them
have started leaking.
Yesterday days H/L was
Last years H/L on this date was
Normal H/L for this date is
Todays Skeeter Meter reading is ZERO
Todays lovely living index is 3
We are under a winter storm watch for tonight. The weather person is
saying we could get from one to three inches of ski wax tonight.
Rats, (that's Norwegian for dirty varments) and I just put stabil in
the snow blower and stuck it the in the back of the shed.
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profanity makes ignorance audible
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NOCTURNAL
Did you ever have one of those days? When nothin' ain't right, from
morning til night. Did you ever have one of those's days?
Well, I just had, "one of those nights." It all started around 9:00pm
last night, as I walked past the refrigerator. Several years ago (I
think) we rented out the door of our refrigerator to the medical
industry. Since then it has become the "appointment center" of our
world. Anyway, as I glanced at the door, I was reminded I'm scheduled to
meet with Dr. Pettit in the morning. I like Dr. Pettit. I even like to
watch him on his TV show, Becker, on Sunday nights. Except for the test
for carpal tunnel he hasn't even hurt me, very much.
As I went to bed I wasn't thinking of anything in particular. I didn't
even get through the first flock of sheep and I was sound asleep. Then,
as I rolled over the number 10:10 appeared on the clock. I remember
hearing something about Raymond getting his backside carrest and puff,
back to sleep. I was sawing logs with the best of them when, all of a
sudden I opened my eyes and there was a 10:14 on the clock.
I pushed Sami over to his 'mom', rolled over and went right back to
sleep. The next thing know, Sami is licking my ear wanting to visit his
favorite fire hydrant. Holy smokers, I'm thinking, it must be almost
time to get up. On the way through the kitchen I noticed 11:07 on the
clock. Wow, I thought, when I get back to bed I'll still get a full
nights sleep,...I thought.
Sami hit the hydrant and we both went back to bed. Sami feel right to
sleep. I started thinking about Dr Deason, and how he broke off a needle
in my butt. On the same Christmas eve I received my first ever Tonka
truck. It's 11:13. Everyone was at Gramma Sevigny's house having a great
time, and, I had to get sick. Take him over to Doc Deason Aunt Theresa
said, he'll give him some stuff and he'll be fine in no time Aunt Winney
said. Aunt Fabi said, "why don't you just take him home and put him to
bed?" It's 11:16. Fabi was 'close with her money' to say the least. As I
remember it, we returned to gramma's house from Dr. Deason and now,
along with being sicker than a dog (sorry Sami) I had this serious pain
in the donkey. It's 11:23.
Then I spent the next several minutes trying to remember why I hate
needles. Then of course, several minutes trying to forget my feelings
about needles. It's 11:44pm.
Between 11:44 and 11:45 I started thinking about my brother David and
the time he got into some poison Oak. I remember thinking how lucky he
was. All I could ever find was poison Ivy. It's 11:52 and I can still
see him laying out in the sun in front of the little house. Covered from
head to toe with that pink junk.
I must have fallen asleep shortly after 11:54 as the next numbers on
the clock flashed 12:07. Then the "ring worm" age started messaging my
medical memory bank. Those stocking caps from long john legs didn't
change the looks of the boys much. However it did make some of the girls
look like little creatures from a Disney movie. It's 12:16 and that's no
April fool.
Then I started thinking about the time I had chicken pox. I'm not sure
if the hair on my arms was long enough to pull yet or not. I know I
could still see me rubbing and scratching. With every scratch mom would
say, your going to be all scared up, and, look like heck (I cleaned that
up a little) when you get older. She was right, but I don't think it had
anything to do with scratching. It's 12:44am.
If I don't get to sleep, I'm going to be tired tomorrow, I thought.
Then I remembered the 1965 beet harvest with Uncle Leonard. We went 72
hours straight trying to get the crop off. We did, and I'm not nearly
that tired now, I thought. It's 1:23pm. It was a long harvest, it even
took awhile to remember it.
Then the Kimbells Turkey plant and my first serious stay in the
hospital ran through my memory bank. Blood poisoning they said. 6 days
in the hospital cleared it up,.....the first time. The second time, less
than a week later, I got to stay in a motorized bed for 10 days. Then
they said, the next time will probably be your last. Okay, I found other
employment. (cleaning the city sewer system) It's 1:49pm, and, I'm
pretty sure I can get some sleep.
Again I push Sami over to Pat's side of the bed, roll over, slap my
pillow, shut my eyes, and shoot. (that's Norwegian for still can't
sleep) It's 1:51. Maybe a quick trip to the library would help me out of
the nocturnal mode. It's 2:09, nope that didn't work.
As I joined Pat and Sami once again, I remembered Dr Eaton telling me I
should have went to see him "before" my appendix burst. It's 2:13 and
the next thing I know Dr Eaton is sewing the heel back on my left foot.
Then I revisited the Toro reel type (tee box) mower that chased me down
the fairway at the golf course until it finally cut my heel off. Now,
it's already 2.30.
For some reason, both shoulders seem to hurt more so I decided to get
up and take a couple pills. I turned on the war for a minutes and then
returned to be bed. It's 2:49, Sami is still tucked up close to Pat and
everything looks good for a rest of the night sleep. It's 3:02 and, the
rest of the nights sleep just went in the crapper.
I woke up Sami, put him on my chest, scratched his belly and told him
how happy I was that he was willing to stay up and talk with me. It's
3.17, Sami's falling asleep, and, I'm not. So, I laid Sami down beside
Pat, and, decided it's time to get up.
After all, I did have to make coffee, take a shower, get dressed,
address the daily Gazette list, and be at Granny's by 6:00.
Now then, two things I can tell you. There isn't much to do in the
middle of the night in Shivercity. I wasn't late for coffee at Granny's.
==================================
GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
(and see Doctor Pettit)
-------------------------
P.S.
8 more nights and I'll be able to celebrate the day that started all
this foolishness.
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
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