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The current temperature is 55 degrees.
Yesterdays H/L temperature was 72/43
Normal H/L temp for this date is 63/27
It was 90 degrees on this date in 1992. No wonder we don't have
glaciers around here any longer.
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"Profanity makes ignorance audible."
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L O C A L news & stuff,.. mostly stuff.
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A giant paper shredder spent the day in Grafton Monday, courtesy of the
Choice Financial Bank. The shredder was set up in the Choice Financial
parking lot just north of the bank, and was available for any and all
area residents to safely and properly dispose of unwanted documents. I
would like to thank the folks at Choice for providing "us" with such a
unique service.
During a recent "once in a lifetime" attic cleaning, we found several
boxes full of documents that no-longer document anything of value. Still
I didn't really want them scattered across Walsh County. The shredder
truck coming to town was extremely timely, in our case, and very much
appreciated.
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The article in Sundays Bismarck Tribune about a Grafton man titled
"Turning His Life Around" was taken off of the daily website. However,
according to the following note, it can still be recovered from their
"archieves". The note >>>
Please don't use my name.... but the link to read the Bismarck Tribune
story won't work because it's Monday now and that was reported on
Sunday--- the stories under the local news change daily.
Here's the correct link to the "archieves"... it's well worth
reading!.....
http://www.bismarcktribune.com
I can't add much to that note, except to say thanks a million for
caring and sharing. AND, I believe the story is well worth the trouble
finding too.
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If I have ever learned anything in my life, it would be that I will
always have a lot to learn. I'm guessing most of us could find areas
that could use a touch of improvement. I know communities, as well, can
also find room for improvement. Unfortunately, some things seem to "fall
through the cracks" from time to time. I am sharing the following note
in exactly that light. That some things simply seem to fall through the
cracks. AND, that the only way to prevent such things from happening
again, is by shedding light on the issues so they might not happen
again. >>>> Subject: Firemen, trying to shop locally, and whatever else
passes thru my little pea brain
First on the Agenda,
I would like to get a winning ticket for the Firemen's benefit.
I will be sending you a check for
$ 20.00 post haste... or as soon as I find my stamps.... That
being said, I have the need to present a little diatribe for your
consideration....
The recuring theme in your Gazette is one of SHOP LOCALLY.... I
try, I really do, I tried I really did.
There is a problem however, perhaps something in the ozone, or
perhaps the water.... It has to do with my apparent occasional
invisibility. I don't know if the invisibility thing is specific to
me, or a disability, selective or otherwise, of some sales persons.
This is not a new problem... while it was much worse a few years
back.... it still exists.
For example, several years ago I was desirous of obtaining a
different car. Now, at that time I was not actually invisible....
just deemed incompetent. My late husband was roaring with laughter
when he informed me that a local dealership had called him to find out
if I had permission to trade in my two year old vehicle on a new one.
Now they never did "get it". We were apparently then on their radar
because himself occasionally got calls from the dealership suggesting
that he bring his wife in to look at a this or a that.... I
drovethattwo year old car until it fell into dust....
A few years later, as a new widow, I was interested in purchasing
a pickup. One local dealership's salesperson did come out and talk
to me. However, he decided that the truck I was interested in was
just "too much vehicle" for my needs and brought out a more "sensible
alternative " for me to try out.
I then hied myself to the other major dealership and began to peer
wistfully into the interiors of shiny new midsize trucks. It was
then that I beganmy acquaintance with the phenomenon of
invisibility. There I stood, checkbook in hand, coveting their
lovely, presumably for sale, new vehicles.... not realizing that I
was invisible. Since, after lots of research I had finally set my
heart on an F150.... what could I do? What I did do was drive by
their show room as frequently as possible.... in my shiny new
purchased-elsewhere-truck. Now that is water under the bridge, but
I said this was a diatribe....
fast forward....
Last fall I came to the sad conclusion that my lawn tractor was soon
heading for the big scrap yard in the sky.... I stopped by the
localgreen tractor sales place.... and DARNI was invisible. Oh
well, I rationalized, it's harvest in farm country we all need to focus
on the needs of the producers.
I waited until spring. To show I meant business, I dressed for the
occasion, clean work boots, (shows one is serious minded), buttoned up
my Pendleton jacket, and tucked the Coach bag-
reserved-for-high-holy-days
(suggests one may have the means to acquire goods)
I arrived at the dealership, jumped out of my truck and purposefully
strode to the display of used lawn tractors . I kicked tires,
flipped price tags, lifted a hood.... Hmmmmm might someone have
wondered what this old woman was doing out there???? No
responses.... I went indoors.There were five persons in the
area.
One fellow had blackened knuckles, a bag of parts in his fist, and a
wild look in his eye.... I'm guessing he was a customer trying to get
ready for springs work. He did nod, or perhaps just twitch as he
passed me in the doorway.
THEN IT HAPPENED, the cloak of invisibility and silence descended
over my person. I wandered about the showroom, flipped tags, studied
specs., shamelessly fondled riding lawn mowers, coughed loudly, and
no one knew I was even there. I could hear them, I could see
them... it was unsettling... then it became annoying.
40 some miles south I was visible, audible, and apparently
credible even though I had returned thesacred handbag to the vault,
exchanged the Pendleton for a sweatshirt, and shuffled in wearing dirty
Crocs.... They were more than happy to provide me with enough
information to facilitate an informed choice, and the shiny red mower
now gracing my property. While it annoyed me to write a check of that
size, that far from home.... what could I do?
enuff said, thanks for listening! have a good week and,... and
great fishing...
Sandy <<<>====
GOTTA - GO - WORK - ON - MY - DASH
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before it's too late.
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