With local polls now closed, should we take a poll on Donald’s hair, or is that too hair-raising (much like the rest of this hairy election):
— Maybe this is under the heading of Rock The Vote, in a fashion sense. One woman in North Hudson hit the polls decked out in high-heeled black boots, and tight black leggings with a wide white stripe up the front. Could she be sending a dark message in reaction to the candidates these days? And with her hot fashion sense, and long dark locks, is she trumping their bad hairdos?
— Speaking of that, a Trump Backer who rides a motorcycle displayed a placard not on his lawn, but on top of the handlebars, as the cycle was parked on Main Street just before bar time. Did I say Main Street and Trump in the same sentence?
— Switching gears to baseball’s opening day, Kozy Korner in North Hudson had a message on the marquee that advertised hot dogs and brats for the opener, not to mention four free Brewer tickets. Unfortunately, the Brewers got blown out, and hopefully the winner of those tickets will get to see a better performance. The message was still up last Wednesday, as if to provide encouragement to the Brew Crew and their backers who on that Monday opener were crying in their beer. And then as far as the Twins …
Across the street, at another sports bar, there has been a sign at the Village Inn’s patio that welcomes backers of the Packers, Badgers, Bucks and the Brew. Only in Wisconsin would you find such shorthand.
— Back to politics, bartender Sue at The Village said that in a way that’s been totally atypical in her long tenure, election day attendance was way down at the bar. I guess that with the huge voter turnout, they just hung around the polls. You’d think they’d want to drink instead.
— But as far as that vote, I personally back the Pizza Party, as shown by its very unofficial nominee, the Pizza King himself, Rich Raley. Despite the recent divisions in our country about politics, I think will all can agree on a well-cut pepperoni. And that’s with extra cheese — and not so cheesy as Donald Trump and his hairdo.
— And as far as name recognition, combining both local and national, there are presidential candidates Rand Paul, (much like the same-amount-of-letters-in-the-first-and-last-name Tall Paul, a bassist for the former local band Deviant Distraction), and Martin O’Malley, (the surnames of both the local alderman who was not too much in favor of rock concerts in the Lakefront Park band shell and their noise, and of a longtime bartender and now manager at Buffalo Wild Wings). At least in the Hudson area, the locals are less obscure than the candidates.
— And of course, there’s the hair. I told the bartender at Green Mill that her hair was much more presidential than that of the Donald, after a fellow patron had praised her locks. What did so think of such a comparison? “Ooh, no, no.” But like the aforementioned pizza, I think we all can agree to stump about Mandy’s mane.
— Across the street, a lawyer from Dublin wanted to talk U.S. politics, and its obvious from body language that the way its done their is different. Voting came up and the bartender said that like many servers who border hop between the two states as far as residence vs. workplace, it was difficult to find time and driving ability to vote. She still managed to do so before her shift, but said the long lines in Woodbury added to her time bind.
— Across town, the Vine Street reconstruction project may have an effect on night travel — as I’ve been told there is a good party or two to be had when going eastward on that road — but there are other ways to head out on the highway that also are chilled, (or are they?) Specifically when the big sign that says “road closed ahead” is turned at 90 degrees during the evening, it might make you think that historic Third Street is the one shut down.
— And speaking of degrees, at least on some very warm nights, the guys at the cigar store downtown are back into sitting outside their establishment late at night and having a puff, while listening to the music from the Smilin’ Moose bounce off the building facade on the other side of Second Street and bounce their way. And just of late, the interior of the store has been getting a big makeover, with workers going at it well into the evening, but cutting it off just after midnight — by coincidence about when The Moose lifts their cover on Friday nights. And two doors down, on the corner, a coffee shop is going in where the yogurt shop was. What coffee shop, you ask? The cuthead on a photo in the local paper gives it away. It reads simply: “Almost Dunn.”

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