You never know who you might see:

— Considering that Kim Kardasian’s ex was just in the news about being disciplined by the NBA for an on-court fight, it would seem to be the time to resurrect this Hudson-based, in-flight item about Kim herself, around the time she split from him. A man who works at the Twin Cities International Airport was approached by the boss, who said it was the man’s lucky day, since the reality-show star was coming in on the next flight. Fast-forward to later that evening, when the man was unwinding after work at Dick’s Bar and Grill — and showing off a photo he managed to obtain of her boarding pass. Wonder how on earth, or above in the sky, he got that?
— Here’s another item that could now be considered timely, since there soon will be semester-end, college graduation ceremonies. I was talking to the person next to me while at Dick’s, and it turns out she would soon be wrapping up studies at UW-Eau Claire, in the nursing program for which the university is known. I told her that many years ago I had gotten my degree at UW-EC, hadn’t hardly ever gone out there until I was about her age, and was curious if the watering holes on Water Street were still the same. She said she sometimes would trek down there from her rented house a few blocks away, on Chippewa Street. Where, I asked? I used to live on the 600 block of Chippewa, on the north side. So did I, she responded with amazement. We narrowed it down and it appeared likely that three decades later, she was being housed in that exact same place! (An addendum: A year or so later, I ran unto her again, and she had just gotten a good job with a clinic in the Cities, and decided to hit Dick’s again. Go Blugolds!)
— Around that same time, I renewed acquaintances with a young woman who had graduated from Hudson High School a few years ago — and got a job dancing in Minneapolis at Deja Vue. She said this was working quite well, since she has had a couple of celebrity clients who would visit whenever they are in town. One was Matt Dillon, who had at one time been in the Cities when filming There’s Something About Mary, and the other is Mini Me of Austin Powers fame. I just had to ask her if there were any pole-bending gyrations involved, since there would seem to be logistical issues with giving Mini Me a lap dance. She indignantly said she does not do that kind of thing.
— Another good gig to have, if you can get it. A new patron at Dibbo’s said that he was at a funeral when he ran into a cousin who — fittingly for the occasion — is a member of Slipknot. They exchanged pleasantries and then the band member handed over a bunch of free concert tickets.

 

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