Band celebrates stuff like the St. Croix River, by playing on the banks of the St. Croix River

Get wild with not a pro hockey team, since this is summer, but a community band hawking the natural wonders of the St. Croix River:
— Promotion of this is a case of when the traditional actually meets the mainstream, and beyond. The St. Croix Valley Community Band, along with the metro brass, will play as part of St. Croix Riverfest with selections that reflect 50 years of celebrating the local stream designated as a wild and scenic river. They will be on, both the stage and environmentally consciously, at 7 p.m. on Thursday, July 19 at — where else — the Lakefront Park band shell along the St. Croix.
— For the least inexpensive specials you can hope for, the BX Mexican cuisine and bar on The Strip in River Falls has offerings such as — get this — $1 and $2 Mexican specialty drinks, even for margaritas.
— The marquee sign at Season’s says it, and it brings a whole new meaning to the letters www. In this case, the written message references not the World Wide Web, but (welcoming) people to the Wonderful World of Walleye, of which the North Hudson bar and eatery has a dozen or two different, well-reviewed varieties.

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