And musings moreover —– A full list of the trios of triumph. The power of threes. A full dozen of these triads, oh make that 13 as we linger, that you will see listed as shopping promptings in three long blocks of store windows of downtown Hudson. Three’s company? Get it? Third time’s the charm. And this is a truism, the words, some of them three letters, chosen to depict their offerings show the diversity of, dare I say it, a Super WalMart.

Here goes the ultimate list of lingo, even if it languishes, in no particular long order, as we go at length into the different kinds of businesses you will find in this locale, starting the list and at its last, two of the many art galleries in our downtown:

— Feminist power, love and generosity, and to double your fun, framing, art tchotchkes and earrings, all at the biggest little art and collectables gallery you will see mid-block.

— Community, commerce and tourism, touted at the Hudson Area Chamber of Commerce and Tourism Bureau, in a blatant suck up to the big boys. Hey, you gotta be a member.

— Energy, music and flavors, at Max’s Social House. Hop over to that Barrel, which was Ziggy’s, which was Pudge’s.

— Men’s clothing, accessories and gifts, at St. Croix Provisions.

— Microblading, eyebrows and eyelashes, at Brows by Bel.

— Kind, brave, you, at Bee’s Knees.

— Good food, cold drinks and great company, at Kelly’s Pub and Grill.

— Physical, security and construction, at Critical Coordination.

— Coffee, tea and bakery, and all can be part of breakfast, at Dunn Bros. Coffee.

— Dine, sip, gather, at Urban Table.

— Cigars, pipes and smoker’s lounge, at St. Croix Cigar Co.

— Billion dollar bacon (is this a selling point?), coffee, squeezed orange juice (apparently fresh), at Main Plate.

— To go at two or four, meet at the middle with three, live and love art, and give and grow art, at Season’ Gallery.

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