They’re still running, whether it be with music or for office:

— Perhaps one of the most impressive facets of the Still Runnin’ country and rock band, which will play at the Willow River Saloon on Saturday night, April 6, is its 64-song playlist, chock full of original choices. They include an auburn-haired songstress belting out tunes such as Call Me by Blondie, I will survive by Gloria Gaynor and Love Shack by the B-52s. They have a local connection with frequent visitor Tommy Tutone, as they play his classic Jenny (867-5309). And, Still Runnin’ will be back again at the Willow later in spring.
— Also, on Friday night, April 5, the Willow will change it up a bit with another band with local ties, The Ricks.
— The Guv is elected! That’s the nickname of bar owner Dan Thompson, who won a St. Joseph township supervisor post by a 451-372 vote over Jim Traeger, who he accused of being too much on the side of realtors and not listening enough to common people — you know, the kind of folk who patronize his tavern. A small poster, “thank’s St. Joe,” was placed on Wednesday on the back side of a larger campaign sign, positioned so people leaving Guv’s Place could see it from the door. Thompson said one of his strengths is being a business owner, and mingling with his customers to get the lay of the land, so to speak, but added on the day before the election that with the new post would come a lot of additional work. So, it would be a mixed blessing, but no matter the outcome, he wins, Thompson said. Suffice it to say that the Guv will have a little bit less time for shooting darts with his customers.

 

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