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Back vs. front. Warm up to it. We may not have hit 100 degrees, but 90s are tough too. Here’s how it plays out here, in sports saloons and salons and stores with seasonal stuff. So your AC guy, forget the Cable Guy, is your new best friend.

When there is high heat, and come afternoon you need a siesta, you need to look at both sides of signs. As the messages are peppered with hot advice. You don’t need to be in 110 degree Texas and that’s not tops, like my niece who is more used to 40 below chill factors than its flaming chili.

 

— Just ran into old buddy and multiple-instrumentalist Garret at a Thursday evening gig at Ziggy’s, and he told (reminded) me that he and his newest band the Firewater Gospel Choir are, back again at the lakefront and they sometimes mix and match their members, and it turns out I know all the guys, for a show at the Hometown Music Fest. And a similar story with the man who with his wife runs a popular Mexican food truck. Saw him at a farmer’s market on the other end of town, and then, bing, setting up in Lakefront Park. That is where the hometown fest and its multiple bands, run by the Local Lions, runs all day and into the evening on Saturday, Sept. 9. This Hudson park is also where every Thursday evening (theme here?) through September, there is a series of weekly concerts run by the local Chamber of Commerce. Much the same story in River Falls. —

— Also something really hot, there hasn’t been a question asked for quite some (busy) time in the Where Did You See It department. So test your knowledge about the best time to smoke cigars, and otherwise chill out at a computer store, as if you need an excuse for smokin’ as such. The geeks were so geeking-out about their (non-video) game that they cued in a couple of typos when contributing to my question! —

 

Back to the heat of the matter, the front door and back door at Ziggy’s Hudson attacked the problem in two ways and not of course with nachos — and showed how you as a patron can help beat the heat. Up front, a paper sign said to keep the door open only as long as necessary — to quickly scan the crowd? Out back, such a sign says hey, consider coming back in for a cold one. And entrees, forego the hot sauce. Especially at the Mex food truck that is sometimes one parking lot up … but wait, he has not needed to come lately.

The following is indeed a sign of these times. An auto maintenance and repair company threw out there just two, airing appropo words, air conditioning. I’m assuming not only do they have that and crank it inside their building, as they probably have the goods as is equipment, but they also can tune-up yours and maybe also put some of that AC air in your tires — if there one more round of near 100 temps. The message is spelled out two different ways on two different sides of the marquee — so to see it from both eastbound and westbound on the freeway — with flickering font and point size, Old School newspaper terms, hence “air” movement and also that breeziness with the lettering.
Are you looking for a sign, before you act on the obvious? Sign, everywhere a sign. This has been phrased three different ways for three different businesses and their products, the most recent being downtown outside a hair salon. Front and back, bangs vs. long locks. Still can rock summer for a few days or weeks, so Labor Day extended has come, and that promo sign says come in, now, and get your new look.
A block before, a bigger than usual ATV-into-go-kart said this ride was made as recent as 2022. So better made and it goes faster? That’s important if you want the breeze to blow back your hair. Especially if you have a receding hairline.
There is Tuesday for sales of Wayfair fare, and again, front vs. back of a flyer was really different. One side showed an overhead canopy and all six forms were of products that you could have made use of yesterday, on the deck. But the grill cover and grilling tool set showed only results for the Vikings and their purple gear. The Green and Gold are left out in the cold. But with the cornhole game set, even Iowa is invoked.
Through it all, bar traffic has been up and down, like the temps. But when some of the heat had gone down with the sun the first time around, and even earlier in that evening, the streets and sidewalks were buzzing, although even with this newer opportunity, they got played out early. Must not be an app for that.

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