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So, the Winter Olympics is history, as is the Super Bowl in suspense, and March Madness mania is now mundane, so have you gotten enough of … curling as a sport? Don’t just go ho hum. Like my friend Tom sorta was/is. More on that midway. The summer Olympics aren’t coming around for a bit, to fill your taste for sports. But baseball is underway, so there is more than one four-person, four-bagger with four hot dog-one beer, sobriety limits, even for the Brew Crew. (See below). — That aside, the long winter is over, the whole Boundary Waters Area returns to...

Trump vs. Pope Leo? I’ll take God. And even most atheists would agree with the first part. The battle against Trump becomes more universal. Trump as Jesus? This is an even easier call. I’ll take The Christ not The Donald. But wait, Trump said, or at least pictured, I am He? While facing foes he did not fight with while in The Garden, not Madison Square, and not while entertaining lavishly at a gala at Mar-A-Lago. Trump could take a lesson. Or he could read The Good Book more. (But he does seem to know what a Sacred Heart is, or at least how to...

Water, water everywhere, and no fluoride to drink … water, water nowhere, better flood the sink. But hold your horses if not your hose and hold on a minute, they voted it down. At least here in New Richmond last Tuesday. So in the week since, we feel the fallout of Trump and his ilk such as RFK Jr. now falling down in failure. There still is lifegiving, if not lifesaving, fluoride to be found in the fluid that spouts from the municipal water system. The mandate-worthy referendum result was to keep teeth-building fluoride in the city supply, by a...

I don’t know what this is, exactly, but I know I want a part of it. There is a Naked Root plant sale at Farrill’s Sunrise Nursery and Garden Center that’s located east of, as in rural, Hudson, away from semi-urban congestion, on two days on each of the next two weekends, including this one according to their sign, rounding out April with extended sale days. That could, it seems to me, correspond with the release — as a knockoff — of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. Think just a bit of Knock Weed, or knotweed, barely covering a beauty from...

As Easter began to close down, like a defender in March Madness for Michigan kicking U-Conn, the signs still could be seen heading out on the highway, like Jesus in and around Emmaus of old. The man-of-right-age as a driver wore a T-shirt on Monday, the next day, that I think was for a metal band, and could have been either a stick figure with slim limbs and thick torso ready for a spear to come and sitting in a chair, or Christ on the cross bent over a bit sideways, like he’d been forced to haul that awful tree too...

I arrived for my again obligatory very-pre-Easter hair trim, like that of a hare, haha, and discovered there were a full seven stylists fully at work, not the usual three, (note the numerical symbolism on this holiday), as all hands were on board. The stylist I was lucky enough to have, post-St. Patrick’s Day, see more on that later, was a beauty with well-coiffed medium length blonde locks herself, and she said they are closing up shop early. (I don’t know if that meant her shift or the store as a whole.) But upon arrival, I was No. 10 on...

The axe, not tax, has officially, or semi as this is about commerce and even transport, fallen. Like ashes, too, falling down. First it was in New Richmond and River Falls. The former had at last check a half-dozen businesses close in a two-block area — with another on the opposite side of the street as that matters — and the latter not far behind. Why do I say the axe is fallen? In Hudson, where there are banks aplenty and see why that could be important in a minute, the first store on main street closed a month ago on the risky...

At the open front door at Hudson Tap, Irish through and through on this holiday, there were two men with little green hats and/or signs on their shirts and their verbiage just screamed the futbol hooligan heritage. One of them was heard to say, “What would you do if somebody told you …” Meanwhile, both workers and patrons gathered on the other side of the bar to get their green on and jiggle their bling to see who could jig the best. Behind the bar, the tender was trying on a little green hat herself … or wait, but hey, it all...

Here I go without an airship or warship to call my own, much less an actual army or armada, droning on, hoping to be less out on, or out of a limb, like a backup ayatollah nearly was. Is this war warranted? — But first, snake — or not — on over to a follow-up post on St. Patrick’s Day. Are they still extinct in Ireland? As it’s all about how you dress, (in snakeskin anyway?), and dress up your doors — by the way, in the way the Irish dress it up. First, the dirt on that guy wearing...

Oil increases now upsetting you, in this wanton war with Iran, opposed by even young GOP voters? Trump just calls it “a little glitch” and “temporary.” Like we heard on the economy and affordability? Would $4 gas a gallon be so? Five dollars would be gargantuan. Except in California. Or maybe Texas, with a tank the size of one of their bigger gallon cowboy hats. It’s there a shuttered refinery has been retapped, bringing the oil back to tap like in old beer at a dive bar. What will $90 get you with today’s prices? A barrel of crude oil...

It finally happened, amidst the hoopla. Enough foreplay. War is hell enough, without her getting her expectations up. Going in without condom. (The time is at hand to officially forego The Peace Presidency, the Start Or Star Of No Wars, the Nobel and now not worthy Peace Prize and the Wall of putrid Peace, not signed onto by a country with more than say, a million people to oppress, or of less than that square miles of land.) The great big erect penis that is the US — got that reference from a rock critic — has pounded the tiny vagina...

While most open mic nights these days have to hope and pray, with their gospel brothers and sisters, they’ll get enough musicians to double the number in the house band, in Roberts at Bobtown Bar and Grill on Mondays of all evenings they almost always pack the place. With a small crew of apt, basically non-amateur musicians serving as lead, this event passing karaoke and far beyond draws players and singers from most every genre of music, and things like poetry readers, too, take every seat in the house. — Chompin at the Bit luncheon, followed by live rock and roll music from...