I am not an economist, but my views can still be off the zig-zagging charts.
But really, just how really bad a factor is inflation and/or the big, bad burgeoning by the billions and more federal debt? For perhaps a majority of the last few decades, we have seen presidents on both sides of the aisle run these things up massively, then — usually — be a Behemoth brought back down by the next guy. But despite ascending percentage figures, Wisconsin and the world and our country did not end because of the woes. Leave that to The Doors.
But Fox tells us that one in five families will have trouble getting a turkey on the table. So maybe the economy is a turkey. And figuring it out is for the birds. But we all gotta try. By becoming birds of a feather?
Businesses are now closing, again, we are told every time we turn around even halfway, as the leadership — there is that word again — on all things economic was criticized. I have seen some of that, but it has been worse, in being cyclical. When Trump got in, the bigger of the big businesses knew that they had their man in the White House and suddenly were eager to share the wealth, offering start-up wages as clerks that we’d never seen. The plan seemed to be no plan at all, just let things take their course. Well of course, that only worked for so long. You couldn’t go a block in once profitable downtown Hudson without seeing a closure, or movement to a cheaper rent space.
What is missing here is that this recovery “plan” we keep hearing about never gets mentioned in even passing on the flyers. Granted, I know there are space constraints on the flyers, or they would have to be eight-by-11 or even full ledger or legal size. But the verbage is always the same, (frequent) flyer after flyer.
One candidate is said to be “the clear choice.” Another opines “the choice is clear.” Since I love nuance, I’m voting for the one who admits “I’m really quite murky.”
So this by-comparison solvent company slapped up my inbox and says that wants to save my mortal computer soul, said it would do so by helping my “website authority,” so now I may need this if I want to write about — and joke about — politics.
As far as Mr. Michels, he now has a new rival, gushing with photo images and saying he’s very far to the left, rather than me as a “true conservative.” Wow, that’s like calling Trump a Dem. A computer analytics tool — see even I can learn — says the pix weigh in at 150 mpl, and me-thinks that must be a lot.
The ultimate metaphor here is Metallica’s mocking song Sad But True, throwing in your face all the endless progressions that occur in the process of politicians manipulating to get your vote, then arrogantly not keeping their promises that once won that vote. Worthy of note is that the song came out in the midst of an election year.
Predictably in many of the certain death ads, a dad is shown at the table working out the numbers with worry in order to pay the bills, while in the background in the kitchen there is mom toting an infant.
Ever notice that there is that one photo, and maybe only one, that’s presented of Mandela Barnes make him look like a cocky thug? Why don’t those who oppose come right out and have him flash an occasional gang gesture? He is shown with his head cocked to the side and forehead leaning back, in what could be part of a rap video look.
Even in this day of prices higher than corn stalks, so many people are just bad shoppers, in part because they just don’t have enough time on their hands to compare prices, and from my side of the grocery aisle, there are still fairly decent prices to be found on some items. But I don’t really think everyone should expect to wolf down steak every night. The answer? If you’ve had a big cut in salary? No longer a fat cat? Eat more celery. And if on the more deserving end because of lack of means, let them eat cake. “Standing at the starting line, crouching …”
Gosh, all these several-times-daily ads make me happy to see the monthly auto coupon flyer in the mailbox. Like the savings on service work proposed — and that refers to the car — all the info has been said time after time and very little new has been spelled out in big letters since the primaries. And if I see the word “leadership” pushed one more time, I’m cancelling my subscription … oh wait I can’t really do that unless I tear down my mailbox. And how do you gather all that leadership experience without being a career politician?
See if this reminds you of anything we have going on today. The Israelites, even though they were said to be God’s chosen people, really screwed up at times, in ways where they should have know better. And we wonder why God was perturbed with them enough to have them sacked by rival armies? In one case, Jerusalem was under siege and its people were starving. But one of the Israel commanders was so intent with the idea that his minions who were in need of food should keep up the fighting, and that this was God’s opinion also and the only way to get more rations was to wage more war, that he had 20 years worth of grain destroyed to demonstrate more of a need. That was supposed to be motivation?
My mom said this, wisely. Not every student loan needs to be forgiven, as some people have more means than others, even at an early age (and I don’t think that family should be saddled with the debt). In the time I have known some people working their way through school, and again they really have to hump it, I have seen this scenario: They do not yet have a student loan that needs to be paid back, no mortgage to worry about and rent is cheap college fare, and there still may be mom and dad to fall back on if absolutely needed. So they can be kindly enough to literally, give you the shirt off their back, as they are living in the moment. Two takeaways: Have a better grasp on long-term financial planning, even if that means taking yet another course, and have such payback subject to an easier-than-mortgage-application to determine means, but make it short and simple and erring on the side of the student, (think back to the days, if not an ouch, of 125 percent loan-to-home-value refinancing options).
A parting bit of advice. Conservatives, in particular, tend to repeat information without checking its accuracy. (If Rush says it …) But especially these days, with work hours at a basically record high, people just don’t have time to fact check everything. So here are a few rules to use in evaluation of data before passing it along. Based on a sheer level of judging their capacity, is the source someone who is credible. Or unbiased. Or is the story presented basic enough where it would be hard to get it wrong. And if there is any question, cull out the sharing details like numbers or slim summations. An Ultimate Sin example: Ozzy was said to have bitten the head off a bat while in concert. True, to a point. But there is more to the story, to do it justice, then a sound byte, and those few simple words do not allow the happening to be more than yet another urban myth. Why? And this is telling. The full tale would take two full paragraphs. Nuance, smuance. Politics, smolitics.

Back to another grab bag of not just candy but just a conglomeration of colorful costumed carnage …
The undead, here and there and everywhere, go by many heavy metal song titles and their one band especially, with unending tours: Live After Death; A Live Dead One; Death Live; Live To Die; Death On The Road … But these roads eventually lead to Death Trip Wisconsin.

— Therein, we have in Uncategorized the need to have our mailboxes no longer maligned with election ads. Or absolutely full if you have a small P.O. Box. How much interest is all this postage and paper production accumulating? Less then you might think if the TOP/GOP owns huge printing plants. See tongue-in-cheek stats inside. —

That is getting a bit ahead of ourselves. To hit the real holiday spirit, as practiced these days, gotta go online and check out the vocal analysis of four songs done by The Charismatic Voice under the heading, The Creepier The Better. The first two are about the ultimate vampire boyfriend as sung theatrically by Type O Negative. They have won over my own personal fave and not of the grave Elizabeth Z — and her self-proclaimed spoiled by metal life, to the gothic romance genre.
This not unlike The Who back from that era, prior to the internet, as I am Preaching From My Chair. But not invoking this particular one, being sofa-size and set out on the curb as part of an autumn purge, without the perch of a ghoul on it to guard it, I’d need a truck to move it even with ebay. The lawns leading up to it and the downtown were curt with their lost leaves, (used for Pinterest?), in part because there were not forests, but just a few trees.
So we go paperless …
Thereby becoming the bridge, of the veil, that are other online ads, to drum up a visit to three of most haunted places in “America,” although they look like a big-time Euro cathedral and/or an old prison, and then a not quite as old classic car, so this all meets up with the Matrix.
And more …
Then there’s the pitch — to bring the setting back to local even if using an Old England band — on the marquee of a main drag business that boasts “Hocus Pocus don’t lose your focus.” But uhm … a couple of weeks prior to Halloween, that sign was retooled.
Then brought back again.
I have sang that old Focus song many times in karaoke. Especially since there is now, just in time for All Hallows, a movie by that same name hitting the theatres. The stars, some pretty big names, have had interesting things to say in interviews, about the mixture of comedy/drama and religious accuracy as it concerns real-life witches.
This at the Pantera-less and also Texas-less Cemetery Gates that are at the end of a New Richmond stub road. As signed on the main drag leading into thus, thereby the warning: “No turnaround.” Like hey, when you are planted in the ground, uhm, there definitely is no turning back and leaving, as you are entombed in a tombstoned area. Might as well just say Dead End.
Weeks beforehand, there was creepy music emenating from that area, between stones. Taking it to the max.
Like the weather …
On that first early October snowfall we had, early enough for Halloween and before, that disemboweled inches-from-the-sidewalk head was what’s left of a snowman. And 20 miles to the south, Dick’s Bar again dissects with what’s hanging on the ceiling and not just skulls … are they connected to the leg bone?
One of the earlier residential displays: When a pre-set light would go on at night, if someone walked (lurked?) past, what was shown below was a big ghost so white it did not need the light. But then again, a week before The Big Day it also was taken down.
Also in flux. A pickup truck had plenty of white sheets strung across its windshield, but then again, seven days beforehand they were removed. Methinks Gru and minions had something to do with this. And speaking of him, there is a prominent lawyer at The State’s Other End that bears a strong resemblance and is named Gru-ber (my hyphen).
Then this representation …
The Wild Badger has several bloody good signs, dressed up to look stained by such, even on both doorways and thus seen backwards — do do do do — if viewed from the interior.
Thus at a downtown Hudson haunt, this display on-boards is shaped like a totem pole, if I can use that term, of seven decorated plastic skulls on each side, up and down a pair of two-by-fours alongside the cash register.
There also is that area, where there formerly was a deejay booth, that’s now decked out for the holiday, in many forms of string and theory. Also, 20 miles to the north, is their old deejay booth illuminated in much, but lower scaled, the same way,
In what could only be considered humorous and not completely morbid at Halloween, a big, bad predator (wolf?) ate what they could but kept — only this — a bit of leg on the sidewalk. That leftover rabbit’s foot was certainly not lucky “thirteen” for the bunny.
I’ve seen a placard, outside the grocery store, that listed all the different stuff everyone needs to get shots for. (Including tainted rabbits?) I was stunned by the sheer number, many of them with long names that read like scientific names. Ending in, often, “coccal” and “gitis.” Among those more than 13 different viruses that are said to be a need for inoculation for all and can gettcha, even if not at Halloween, I swear my unlucky-in-always-having-illness-ways friend has inadvertently come across new ones.
But not sick for the party …
Thus just prior to the weekend, there was a thumping bass from, me think’s, a house party. That was at its origin, from the end of a dead end street, me also thinks, but come undone at bar time.
And behold, the many spider webs can turn into fish netting, a (home)coming for finned and thus after Halloween. The webs that would be spun across the area abound more and more, on doors and windows, but only in haunty designs, as cold weather may have killed all the real arachnids.
So along the lawn were those 13-or-so Big Ace bags (as you will see, software not hardware) of now-sidewalk leaves that were bought to form a reverse semi-circle, down the road from the aformentioned sofa, if you are tired of all the ghoulies and want to sit (it out).
Or ride …
There were all those scores of motorcycles circling around, hoping to make a score, in the rally of the day, heading south after a series of turns with more to come through what passes in Roberts as a frontage road, and then back north again to abide with your abode on actual highways.
This is not Happy Trails, but one along the way has an I-think-seven fluffy ghosts strung onto now bare branches in front of a porch just a stone’s throw away.

How can I describe the marketing plan, or absence of such, by places who are having their adult-themed costume contests this weekend. Saved by Zero? If you are working for the weekend, it will be mostly a kids night out and that can be OK too, as those are mainly the ones that advertise, even if only flyers on most every wall around town. More of that in a bit, and I do have a bee in my (suitably ugly) bonnet. And I do hope I’m not being too harsh in my analysis. But if Facebook is your only stock and trade …
Here is some good news!
There are others, and I will name them, who have stepped up to the plate and actually done the legwork to get the word out about there cool offerings, not just leaving it to chance. And not be weak in the knees about it. As was recommended by their peers up and down the main drag. So they show us the way, shining like White Knights on this Hallowed Day and Eve.
Take that example, The Bees Knees boutique in downtown Hudson. In addition to offering cool Halloween gear — I personally love the Halloween twist of treatment they gave to a non-needled Christmas Tree loaded with spooky decorations as this becomes a place for all seasons — they will on Monday give a clever 31 percent off any one item when donating a toothbrush and toothpaste for Operation Help … sweet treat samples and giveaways all day … bring in your dressed-up trick or treaters for a special treat. They describe their venue as a special place with just a bit of sass and it shows. And their mainstays will be dressed on a secret theme, with paw prints as a hint. And for those adults, at nightclubs in the immediate area, there will still be some semblance of fare for those over 21, even though its a Monday.
But beforehand …
Dick’s Liquor in New Richmond has free wine tasting on Friday, Oct. 28, from 4-7, p.m. of course for you vampires, but well before the witching hour. Three wines are offered, one partially and fittingly named Gnarled Head. And a friend who I think I could refer to as a hipster, has a secret surprise get-up for those coming into her abode to get libations. She had thought being Sully, and Scully, and Mulder from the X-Files — truly spooky — but has usually found it hard to get another better half. So here’s a hint: She describes her look, aided by a friend from The Continent, as a combo of American slob, in a good way, and European chic.
Then to the Hudson Public Library, which has close to 13 different types of Halloween events going on that are mostly ongoing, most involving book reading and nerd science, but also the typical pumpkin and costume party in the nearby park on Saturday — and you gotta love that on the table hawking these activities, there is some green pudding-like goo to stick your hands into, with even speckles of slightly different tones spiked into it. (But scary costumes discouraged, as the night approaches the day? OK I guess we can be cool with that). And the usual slate of Chamber sponsored Halloween parties is also on the day itself for New Richmond and River Falls, but — boo! — early on the 27th in Hudson, on a single street named Locust, where if you had the best carved pumpkin you would also merit a glowing string of plastic light. Or more than one? All these activities are on kid-friendly, boutique-shopping-style hours. As are things like the again, Halloween evening of, Rotary Club costume parade in Hudson and its typically hundreds of minions.
And thus for some of the rest, the New Richmond Rotary teams up with the local Kiwanis for a haunted trail drive-through. Scary (Mary) Park option. Like a Cross-Eyed Mary by Jethro Tull for all those classic rock parents? Let’s make this first-time thing an annual event.

— As is and has been two of the top value parties of Saturday. As far as cash and dueling deejays, not their ads. So far off-the-brow-beaten-track I put them under Uncategorized, as not to be further scattered around. —

And as always, for more info on any of these various offerings, see their Facebook entries. Put’s a new face on things?!? Maybe.
But why do I be coy? Read below.
As for some of the holiday’s rest, (or rust in peace this season?), how many times have we not heard it at a nightclub: Oh we do all our own social media marketing, thank you. All their eggs in one basket, to reference another holiday.
Translation: Having someone like a yahoo regular maybe, or maybe not, throw something up on Facebook and hope for the best.
This could be called the new cronyism, (no longer just political), done for only one reason and’s this — its basically free.
Cronyism is the practice, speaking for this particular purpose, of delineating assignments due to knowing someone personally, not taking into account any type of real qualifications. Networking gone amuck, in the worst way.
It’s marginalizing your marketing so it does not reach the masses — at worst times having it delegated to one of those same guys who sits at your bar every night, or at least some such person working behind the bar, and in some cases not even being to pass all of a moderate-level grammar or spelling test.
So this is an inside club inside an inside club.
After a beer or two see what you can compose, not having the writing done by a professional journalist. And the results show. Big time. And yes, they may have a (high-priced) pro marketing team, or go through with the idea that likewise, the bands should bring in their own entourage, cart blanche.
But Facebook? A few of the problems with this approach: (1) The content is not crafted by a skilled writer and “woo hoo the band is awesome” just doesn’t cut it in a non-caveman world, and many times does not even say what kind of music a band plays. (2) The only people seeing and reading the posts are those who are the same old hangers-on anyway and so the ad does not even reach hardly anyone new, who wouldn’t see it unless they are always there anyway, and therefore are some of the only tuning in. (3) In a good percentage of the cases, by the time the information finally gets posted, its too late for people to make plans anyway. (4) Often what is posted is simply a hard-to-read screen shot of that same poster that is — up again the wall in the bar. Only seen by those who step inside …
So the only ones at your bar for your big Halloween event are those who are there so often it would be hard for them not to know. Having people who are not regulars showing up? Forget it. And that dream of having a party bus come in from the Twin Cities. It will forever be just a dream. And want to bring in a whole new crowd. Psst, hey buddy, can you spare a Benjamin? Or even less?
So as club owners get cheaper and cheaper with their ad money, ask them for a ten-spot and they choke on their beer, the comprehensiveness of a report such as this one, which costs about a penny for interested viewer, on Halloween to-dos can lag.
If you are not on Facebook …
Then you won’t know what’s to be had from The Bungalow, to Bobcat’s, to Bobtown, to the Badger, to Broz, to the bowling alleys … your option is to stay home and help geeky kids stumble to the door and stuff their faces full of chocolate.
Actual example. Quite some time back at the Village Inn in North Hudson, I was having a beer and at the other end of the bar was the owner, Leigh, who again was how can I say this … sloppy. He was lamenting how often his bands simply tank, and I told him that he needs to advertise, so people will even know that music is to be had there. (This was before he put up his admittedly cool, and very expensive neon sign, that will only be seen by those driving past on Hwy. 35). His response to me? So you think your website is an answer, and I said basically yes, as a small part of an overall planned strategy that is not dreamt up what, the night before the haunting starts? But he continued, The Jorgenson band gets results. Uhm, because they can present a persuasive argument, much less compose a sentence? For that fancy sign, I could probably give Leigh a hundred three-paragraph ads.
So if a sign only says, “live music.” That could be reggae or rock, folk or funk, blues or country, disco or death metal? People won’t know so they will just keep on driving.
So diversify your getting the word out, my friends! And there are plenty of avenues for such even on this side of the river. Yes, this onslaught of ad hopefuls can be overwhelming for a club owner, but it is in fitting with this season, your blessing and your curse. Make it the former.

Bail without cash, is an election year pitch. Or if not, didn’t have enough drug money to get out of your cold cell, even as the bell begins to chime.
But don’t worry when you vote, good people, there will still not be felons there. (And for more about some good people and their fittingly sparkling sign the length of a limo, reference the question on Where Did You See It. We’re only kidding about the noise ordinance at risk, there was that clap-dot-com segment of the signage).
But not to bail, here’s the backtrack to the more (somber) point: To get out of the merry-go-round in and out of your cell, but only as far as a courtroom, it will take many thousands of dollars even for many a type of minor misdemeanor. I merely want the punishment — and its financial cost that doesn’t really even help families — to fit the crime.
Just getting a public defender does not alleviate the cash crunch to exit incarceration until you are actually tried, and maybe found guilty. Or more likely just plea bargained at some point way down the line.
And those awful rock stars you fear will likely be … uhm … elsewhere also, not biggies for the voting booth. They could be poster children for this problem, since at its root are people who indulge, rightly ow wrongly, in certain things, and get to sing poignantly about the consequences. And how to fix them.
That was an over-generalization, of course. But in this article I will introduce you to a couple of actual families for whom the scenarios, of which cash bail is only the beginning of the legally induced or at least perpetuated money crunch, are very real. And you don’t get much of a chance to hear their words, as they get stuck behind bars for … God knows how long. I thought we were innocent until proven guilty. At that point being locked up for a while is OK … much of the time, but even the likes of petty theft can land you there, eventually, at least for a bit, clogging those very cells for only minor offenses. Via the dollars of both they and you taxpayers, as the system slowly grinds on in what has become an industry in itself.
There are people sitting in that judicial sinner’s box, in a back corner of the courtroom, that’s much like a scarlet letter to accompany their orange jumpsuits who are just, sorry to call it this, simple-minded to the point where they fall between the deep and wide cracks of the court system. And they stay put because, what, they often got there in the first place because they are in socio-economic-becomes-all-assets-to-be-tapped situations, if they have much money to spare at all. Do not deceive yourself, this becomes a cash cow situation for at least the county, and if you don’t have the bucks you’ll end up staying put in your cell at length before charges are even far into consideration. And we’re not just talking serial killer types here.
Minor offenders just get dumped into the probation system, and crimes usually involving at least sometimes a chemical or two soon to be legalized are often stuck there — for years on end. Or decades. Or nearing a lifetime.
Two such sinners in the eye of the system …
A poster family with a situation that that puts a human face on this, which produces frowns on offenders each day across our great land. The man was soft spoken when he spoke at all, and sorry to say, did not appear cerebral and having the education as such to be more than simple-minded. Quiet to the point of showing that he’d been beaten down by life, society, and especially the criminal justice system. Just listen to the judge pontificate, without really saying anything new, with hands partially folded and eyes cast downward at the table where all the allegedly “criminal” types sit through their whole time in the courtroom — except when required to sit in the same set of rows, like so many church pews, that also house the juries when they meet outside their box, hopefully, wearing demeaning orange jail jumpsuits. His significant other, don’t know if they were married, sat far away and appeared to be of the same mind set and challenged skill set, it just that his/hers in frustration did something to her/and the kids. “Hit here?” Maybe even just shouted too much?
As I watched this unfold, this becomes clear as the sun and day criminals never see in their fully walled “rehabilitation” cells: These and other such people don’t need to be counseled at length about their criminal ways; all they need is a bit of help with their parenting — official or unofficial and you wonder if he/she had the educational background needed to fully know such things and did they even complete high school and home ec and this does not mean that experience is the best teacher? — and they will not be here in court again and we’ll all be good. But for now back in your cell, to remain there until the attorneys and judge can fit you in around their calendar, with many a vacation, even if its just an extended weekend at the cabin.
A second do-round on this …
I met a man who drives for a service that provides transportation to elderly and disabled people, who has a 32-year-old son with ADHD and bi-polar disorders, a combo that lands many people in and out of jail for years for low-level offenses. He currently, the father said, has been incarcerated in Montana for about a year, not his first time around with this. I asked what crime landed him serving so much time and the dad appeared dumbfounded by the question and had no ready answer. He did know this much: The son had his medication taken away upon entry and he believes has not gotten it since. That is a killer set of bad circumstances, for someone with those conditions, that sometimes has meant just that when a doctor is not part of the picture, and that apparently is the case with his case. Dad himself appears to have Asperger’s and is just too simply-minded to be an advocate for his son, who probably just needs a good lawyer to see that he gets medical help and not another ticket to jail, eating up taxpayer money to have him housed, meaning Joe Citizen has a vested interest in him getting clean. But then we are talking major bucks again, this time for the charged young man, if that prodigal son ever even was? Is this yet another case of someone not making bail and being held for months for a crime that when all is said and done, probably would end up, with a good lawyer and not a public defender, being a small fine — not nearly what the bail would be — and a large amount of probation.
Does such a man, with his medical condition, even deserve to be legally punished at all? Or a slap on the wrist? The general populace would be better off from a money standpoint, just to get him some serious help at Mayo. That is a very layered and complex situation that I hope to undertake later. But for now, a showcase of all the fees someone like this man will end up paying, keeping him poor enough so that he feels he will have to do something criminal to simply survive, and he lands back in the pony again …
The winners and losers.
There are so many fees that benefit so many different agencies. (And if not so, why all the obsession with prosecuting petty criminals. I get the community policing benefit to all those on the straight and narrow, but that explanation only goes so far). The answer is always to achieve/force absolute sobriety. Screw the idea of having a glass of wine, just one, with your significant other over dinner to mend fences. Oh, you were rotting in jail anyway and could not be there and attend. For her. For the kids.
How’s this for fees? That second AODA assessment, since a couple of years had passed since the first one, which was passed. A total of $309, footed by the alleged criminal. And the judge left it sit on the shelf and never looked at it! (Actual example). And there’s the possibility of having to pay for regular alcohol/drug testing fees. Then domestic abuse assessment, when the assessor gets wrong the instructions, although they’re implicitly spelled out more than once, so the judge needs to weigh at length if it need a redo, the right kind of behavior to be scrutinized this time, again on the offenders nickel. (Second actual example). And you have to pay for seeing a probation officer, who often will pick up the slack by needing knowledge also in psychology, relationships of all types, financials and hopefully later on fiscal responsibility, science and medicine … These are the people in the criminal justice system that totally win the game. (But if you can’t get transportation to their office at the other end of a city at a time, or can’t be available at all times during a wide range that was given just an hour or two before, more fees).

So this is the book of Roxie. Signed by enough people that it fully filled dozens of pages. Now departed from a long and popular stint (that last word does not do it justice) behind the bar at Starr’s. Where-ever she now will roam. Far from North Hudson.
On that last fully attended night of working there as a bartender, the remembrances were written in pen and pencil, a last gasp of remembrances that were recorded by dozens of patrons showing up to honor what had been. Many were there to sign, often at length, that scrapbook-type-thing that was passed around during her entire last night.
The man next to me asked especially for the chance to write his chapter, and his entry took up more than a page in itself. Several songs spun on the jukebox before he was done. Roxie was at a table there but also far away, at the other end of the horseshoe, saying other farewells and then breaking away for a bit to deliver the book’s written pages to him, and several more paragraphs had also been recorded, from other patrons, in the meantime.
She would not go to another, if only parttime, bartending stint elsewhere in the interim, as so many do. Jumping shift(s) to a nearby city, or all the way into the Twin Cities, or the other eastern end of the county, is old hat, but this is different. Rather it was time for her to ramble on and travel cross-country to the other end of the country, and see more than North Hudson. But I’d bet that in time she’ll be back, even if just picking up an occasional shift, as that’s the way it is done. More chapters, and thus there might be need for a sequel. The same holds true of others who have left the two-state area, for sometimes months or even just weeks, then rethought the idea, even though they said I was a part of that situation, sometimes much to my surprise. I made sure to have gotten a card telling them how much they were valued, and now missed. But then they were back again. Reactions to the fore and aft have often ended in a partial or more swoon, and maybe a tear or two. Or at least stoic acknowledgement. In the latter case after I had pulled out the stops to get a card to her before she left, then I drifted and fell, but tried to make up for it when seeing a co-worker walking down the street, then pulled aside immediately to ask for directions of how to get such a note to her. Then weeks past and she was back again, as has happened with so many servers would just couldn’t be away from their regulars. This when I caught her afterward in the downtown at last, and then was able to give her the card that prefaced it, “I know we’ve not always gotten into long conversations … but it was always important to just touch base.” Stoic response, but it with a twinge, as it resonated. Just when at same, a couple or more of breast cancer charitable benefits. And at extremes as they despite similar emotion, have reacted to impending separation, both a blonde and brunette, within the same month at the same venue. And when again at the same place of service, or just down the block, if years not months, there are the pleading eyes and soft-spoken needs: Do you remember me? How could someone like myself forget.
So many peope can’t tolerate the pain of a farewell, so they dodge it, and you only find out after-the-fact, even though they are in the easy-to-be-encountered field that is the service industry. Through their girlfriends you will later know. Or it is uncanny how you might run into them in a different city, and the truism persists, I was going to tell you come my last night at work … But then they return to the same old haunts, serving the same old drinks, coming and going more then once. And so many end up in their interim at flight attendants and/or personal trainers. A commonality.
And for those farewell cards? Open them now or more likely later. Since they might not be able to cope, at that moment in time, with the groundswell of emotion.

At Champs and Kwik Trip and others, its as plain as Saturday.
“Boo! Spooky Month specials just flew in.” Using the cool wind of early autumn. Listed on the first Saturday, which is the first day period, of the month of October. To that convenience store near you, via their flyer, so maybe there’ll continue to be delivery by a witch or two until October ends, on a broom bearing brew in the form of hot coffee and boatloads of cool candy for the multitudes of minions? (Take it to the limit, and out back to the patio, and eat!) Apparently there were no supply or labor shortages or distribution hiccups. (Now that would be scary).
These and other important factors also play into the openness of the rooftop patios, tavern style, which at this time of year when they may offer heating as part of their nature, continue to pick up steam, and fill a niche left by other venues as their outdoors-loving-in-the-form-of-patios patrons, look for added attendance options. Some ground-level patios closed down as early as late August. And others do still cater to a few, sometimes hardcore patrons, like the back-to-back patios at Ziggy’s/Hop N Barrel and the both higher and lower leveled ones at the Smilin’ Moose.

— Want music too, as to quote Zeppelin, fall drives back the foot that’s slow since we come from the land of ice and snow, in the form of the recent snow? So in the vein of heated patios, don’t wait for the next frost, check out Picks of the Week for Apple Fest and more.

And then, check Notes From the Beat to check-in on how all the latest events drew. Weather permitting. —

But to go back up the roof, I asked the question on that Saturday, of a worker of the Champs in New Richmond, and was told that each year the rooftop bar closes on Oct. 1, so it was shutdown for the season just minutes before I queried. (So you have less spaces to order that occasional cool special of a $2 Captain Coke). With these Champions of the rooftop scene, and putting it in writing, you could say my timing was either very good or very bad. We’ll have to see if Santa has the same bad luck as all the creepy critters, on Oct. 31, with roof access, or if he will be acquired by the Easter Bunny in a merger that lets him again to have an entry point, dependent on the year’s timing of Easter. Or be thusly annexed, if serving a locale where there is no Siberia between their two workshops. (I always wondered how Santa got along when the children were asleep under a roof with no chimney).
Then on the lawn below, at various times during the sunning-summer past. A Teenie Weenie yellow polka dot bikini? That would imply two different colors, and when they instead have a singular tone, of either, and solely, pink or orange … Wearing two pastel tints? Thus two different swimsuits? Then you know someone is totally into their tanning.
Or do it on the ultimate deck, on rooftop. That would be a heated one. Enter Mallory’s, the northernmost bar and grill in Hudson. It has small lights all around, big cushy chairs and even a couch — and even a flag pointed southward. The attentiveness of the staff was, again, immediate, asking what I would like. No thanks, just taking it all in. And there is a lot, as they are tree-line high, offering a can’t beat it view of the fall colors. And see the St. Croix River, as a side benefit, with its own tints and tones. Then back down the exit staircase, also winding its way through several levels. A couple of gates to what’s below, partially open, by state law, but partially closed with one chain each.
But back at top, virtually every chair was filled, more than double the number of patrons in the patios, if they have them, of other bars as the cold crawls in. A marriage of both is at Mel’s Downtowner in River Falls, with their patio still open, and will be so, but as a worker pointed out, mostly for the smoking crowd. But a cool benefit, that the patio is only a go-through-the-door distance away, in case your carrying drinks, so you only have to go a few steps for a table. Most all of their bar peers have their version patios shut down at this point, or partly or totally enclosed, even if below roof level.
But some welcome the cold, such as local cooks who in the summer plied their trade in temps that were way above 100 degrees. Too much use of fans would cause the whole kitchen to shut down, (like a bad storm used to do at an old version of a creamery, meaning the guts of the driers would need to be thoroughly cleaned). This year’s heat didn’t even wait until late June to come around.
Wouldn’t we take that now?

The haunted house of houses, and not necessarily of the holy, has spoken. And this, to upend the current trend, goes way back to early September. They have/had already erected — in North Hudson in a small yard that yields to woods — among other things, some full-Frankie-size inflated glowing creatures.
What they possess in common are some great big claws that could as well be in the form of six fingers, much bigger than any human hand — even of The Donald, if you know what I mean. Waving back and forth like a politician, but garishly slowly, and I should apologize for going political, but we know what’s coming eight days after All Hallows.
But this New Richmond (apartment?) house needed to make Halloween a home now. Someone had to take charge. The person/people — on this day it could be both simultaneously — in Apartment 1 went ahead and were the one(s), putting … only … a quick cutout cardboard pumpkin and such in an open space on their door in front.
We often see, if only now and not for the other 11 months, the standard-bearer of a pair of gargoyles guarding the driveway. But now I discovered these — two concrete blonde bulldogs taking up the same role. Hard to say which is more ugly; sorry to lovers of both of those types of animals.
Need to buy some stone figurines? Other seasonal gear?

— Need contact info for the local mattress fundraiser? Or do you want to sleep on it. Either way, you have time, since the mattress-oriented charitable event is still a week away. For once, Joe is on top of things and is actually publishing details on his site, so you don’t have to go online and take the time it takes to drive by the signs all around the block and read. But profit motive, he’s going to make you stick it out to the bottom of the initial post, to get the buildup! One more evil publishing conspiracy/plot, and more on that in a future post. But here you go with the addition. It is being held Saturday, Oct. 15, at New Richmond High School and will benefit the band, through the form of proceeds to the music department. It runs 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. and the text doohickey given is “beds” at (715) 760-8686. I’ve got my crack verification team on top of gathering more details, although there was enough to be ascertained that they had to borrow already sparse time from his now overworked fact-checking department — too many typos to catch without overtime? — a slightly different animal, but that’s what happens when your publication grows, as does doing stuff off the cuff. (Again more on that later, after my site’s grouping by content category is done “soon” and that actually might mean … next year?) As for the other event that happened, as reported earlier, its for the Hudson High School Band, but I’m sure they still accept donations. Make you look longer, down below?
Oh word just in, the verification/fact-checking department(s) got some other tidbits and corrected a glitch or two, meaning HudsonWiNightlife now is back, as measured by an online algorhythm, to a trusted rating of AAA. Can you believe it. Uhm, did I spell algorhythm right? —

But retail always leads the Halloween way, and mid-week mid-morning a whole crew of WalMart workers were seen loading pumpkins by the hundreds into a display beside the big, slide-open doors. This means that budget-minded shopping for such, on such a holiday has arrived, they agreed. Another place defined by always having what you need, did become an ahead-of-time grinch well prior to that season, saying it will no longer be accepting checks as of (midnight I assume) on Oct. 31. Last chance to get all your Kwik-Trip candy without using cash or credit card. But they opined in the second day of October, I vant to vash your car. From Frankenstein, and could it be the version in that above-mentioned North Hudson yard?
They won’t be smashing these pumpkins — although some of them have a bit of a cool gnarled look, in spots — since these are just too attractive with their perfectly formed orbs.
An inflated perfect Stewie, (is that possible?), interestingly sported the biggest hair on the biggest head we’ve seen since the ’80s, is positioned at WalMart. Also available is the creature behind him, as no one takes a backseat to That Family Guy, attract attention that’s more than is needed to fulfill a thousand egos. And the ivory-white-face creature with a zipped lip, two actually, just could be inspired by the main dark metal practitioner from Cradle of Filth. Good stuff, actually. Especially fitting for his season.
The police line has, for various reasons these days, become a Poor Man’s Decorating Tool. And if you are looking for metal music such as this on and prior to your holiday, just follow that very utilitarian tool that forms an arch over a WalMart aisle leading you to the music section. And spider webs (plural in most cases) line up right behind, and are shown leading to The Next Aisle Over. They in this case are more elaborate, like they were in days of yore, so get a passing mark, as still does Thriller and Michael Jackson. Easier call.
It seems that the (pit and) the pendulum has swung back the other direction from earlier in the pandemic where people went gonzo. Now the decore shown is generally more low-key and being put up quite a bit later. Despite that, a cabbie that has an eye or two on what’s along the route, just noted that the decorating has begun.
Booyah also rang in, all through a Saturday before in a gaggle of goulash fund-raising event held at several different locations. So how many forms of it? How many sets of spices used? There are musical beneficiaries, the other being a mattress collection drive; the marching bands refused to yield, and kept on rehearsing, marching-on in the two cities involved. Bands in Hudson and New Richmond high schools are the recipients.
They can’t match the eerie instrumental music at my nephew’s recent football game, notable because of its jingling keyboard and synth from a sci-fi movie, was the same as at many a haunted house.
More music? From a name band that alludes to more than one band name. The band Maiden Daisy, hitting Ziggy’s in Hudson on Friday night, might render an opporunity to name the genre.

Here I am taking care of business, and teasing many of them. Or to quote from the Naked Gun movies: “How can you be so cruel … You forget, I used to be a building contractor.” Or needed a good one.

(This story is allegedly sponsored by the legal firm of You Always Need them LLC).
As spring turns into summer, and summer into fall … Then Red September yields to Blue October … Wake me up when September ends. But as far as not just music, but equal doses of meteorologist temps and temporal politics, as these are businesses too, I offer this as a mixed-theme story content alert. There are infinite ways to ply your trade.
And when it comes to working with housing, also, you really have to watch the seasons.
For, more to the point over those exact months, This Old House became the newest lowkey and decidedly non-loud, house-party-type-place. Now that its been run through a Realtor and thus revamped, like a reality series. I’m guessing there’s been no “short” sale, for as you will see, lets make this as festive as it is long.
It seemed that the former residents just might have vacated early. The shrubs and flowers were not trimmed in much of a coif manner, much less having a landscaping company, stuff setting around outside … Not unlike so many others, except that a few gallon jugs of what looked like motor oil were setting on the steps. Day after day into the night. That just might be a differential, if one can make such a judgment. Especially since the almost always open blinds, in the window next to the door, revealed a TV — along the far wall — that was “on” close to 24/7. Check with your design firm. Quite a bit past the witching hour. So there was someone there.

— There then was a fantastic encore that gets the party started, by hanging up some Party Zone Inc. plants with decals and making a perfect place to hang out. —

Fast forward, just a bit, Swiss Clock Company. New residents, I assume, and what seems a new beginning. Place is much more spiffy, and close at hand was erection of a small but well structured deck with various sizes of comfy chairs, an Ottoman or two from Target, and glowing lights from Home Depot that had a tropical theme or were strung neatly across the back wall. And people are serious when even in daylight hours, there were remnants, in turns, of things such as WalMart insect spray and lighter fluid organized neatly, until the next go-round, Which was not every night, mind you, but it wouldn’t have to just be a weekend. And the responsible citizens would not hold the party open until all hours, and reigned in their dog quickly if he barked at any passers-by, trained by Puppy Pros. Even with just one yelp.
This in a residential area where not far afield there was an extended corner where even on something like a typically non-party Monday night, there’d be many cars, trucks and an RV or two — but not as many as at an auto dealership — legally parked on-street all around their turn, past the time when midnight passed.
Why is any of this relevant? Even to business(es)? After all, good neighbors don’t complain too much about other neighbors — I could include myself — as it is not, should I say, neighborly. Its that these days, the process played out in a way that could be seen, although easily overstated, as a small matter of redemption and just street smarts in times when even very small doses of these are sorely needed, as they will add one onto another, and the overall good that it brings will show and indeed grow through the process. Or so our publicists write at a dollar a word.
But can we go a bit darker, and a lot deeper, into the suburban underground scene, and there is indeed, I think, such a thing as this part of this scene can be seen on a quite quiet but somewhat-auto-driven residential street through the form of a — big gray-scale utilities construction truck. The name could be that of a band, or is it something that digs into the dirt, like the underground should. Call it Dubya? The side of the truck could be like that of a stage, featuring cool utility-work-related doohickeys, and backing into a duplex driveway to … set up the stage girders to support a drum kit? Or three? For an underground band like Slipknot? Though three tiers high. But that would no longer be an underground set-up. Union rules. (To finally be serious, I hope these local hard-working guys and their bosses won’t be too mad at me for making some dark humor at their expense, even if it has compared them to a smaller group of also hardworking guys, in a metal band, even though the latter, and only the latter, confess to being a bunch of maniacs when at work on stage).
On that same city street, late at night, was a group of people partaking in a Random Party Bus LLC, after going to a concert, or just awry? A few of them got out, ran in a partial what-used-to-be-gotten-away-with-being-called a Chinese fire drill, jiggled over to the nearest house and then returned to the curb. Others looped around street-side. All were at times only partially below concert volume. Maybe like the toned-down Synth Alt Music Store intro that befalls a black stage. All hands back onboard, the bus inched forward, then picked up speed, only to slow down again, then stop to deal with whatever was needed to be taken-care-of just in the nick of time.
Ditto back in North Hudson at a stop sign, as a convertible top-down driver was topped off with a lone passenger who circled around the back then parked herself right behind him. Then go again. All the while I stood a car-door’s length away.

— Even great dancers, to stay on-point, need the services of workers who keep their studio spiffy below the stage, or the sidewalk. —

To extend the earlier road-work theme, and even learn how to do a mosh or jig or other step, bust a move down to the Short dancer studios, showing a figure much like Jagger in their promotion, but a few inches less tall. (Just kidding). There was a company doing work on the storm sewers, I think it was, again, very late for two or three nights outside, with a hose long like an anaconda down in a hole. It seems they’d in no way be caught on the short end of preparations for their ongoing open house, so all their great dancers can stand tall as they take charge of this great big, two-story building. (I will refrain from making a Tiny-Dancer-Elton-John-song joke).

Boy the 23rd and beyond (and even a bit before) hit home like none other, be it birthdays (many times over plural), various kinds of fall and food fests that included the Phipps, and then the Wild back (and the Badger) again, and more.
And I was so overwhelmed that I sat out much of it. In a way this matters: I had to “rest” up for yet another birthday, come the 29th, to round out those in the “rest” of the family, of my father.
It was about 6 O’Clock on a Saturday (the most recent) and I suddenly became very tired, as the overall nature of this weekend across the region hit me. May have had something to do with the Wild — did I first say the word World — opening up the next day and the rush followed by an anti-rush that accompanies it. Or on a related note the fact that it was so many years ago on this Saturday at PD Pappy’s that my eyes were first opened, forever, and how was it that it was not before? But more on that at a (much) future post. There is, and continues to be so much that is again new, going on.

— But the band names at Bacon Bash boggled the mind. And only started with Feed The Dog, which could be showin’ how to shoot a combo of Hair of the Dog and Hunger Strike. But likewise, the band Mojo Lemon sounded like (1) their great choice for a Happy Hour fruity drink and (2) the second coming of this combo, Mojo Nixon and John Lennon. They even add Kevin Lombardo to like-sounding five-letter five-star-or-so acts. But bacon, as it does not spoil easily, will be seen in dishes Everlast. Keep that in mind further food fanatics for another foray-day far beyond just the fest. Scroll down to the next headlined post. And see the whole slate, in Picks of the Week, and beyond. —

But Saturday night’s sleep was not sound, although in degrees deep. So I hit the couch. At length, the daylight neared. And it was about now that The Good People Of The City were returning from the various forms of New Richmond fall fest, and there were occasional small, clunky sounds, from the Kidz in the Hallz. They and their parent or parents do not go out much, but like so much of this area, when they let loose …
Come actual daylight, the bumps and dweebles ebbed.
But since there is enforced (to various degrees by municipality) a semi-sonic closing time of 2:30, where did all those people go? I’d bet around the region. Because there was Bacon Bash and more music in River Falls, and thence between there and here and its German fare, the Oktoberfest as celebrated with house brew(s)in Hudson. Where there is Perkins/Denny’s that are, by turns, open 24 hours, to pack in more pounds with things like their great cheese and yes, bacon fries, for just a few bucks. And that time you can also hit the cafe in downtown New Richmond, as a return, and if nothing else grab one of my Signs on the Wall, also known as a bulletin board. And if that was not running the circuit enough, you could have started the night before and hit the various high school and one small college football games — I recall a former neighbor talking to another early in the pandemic and noting he had not seen the Friday Night Lights yet, at around this time of year back in that day — and hoped for the blessing of flip-flop starting times and possible overtime.
And before all of this there was the triumphant (the Hudson paper and its only one true and geek-out reporter proclaimed it so!) return, for the first time, of Yam Haus to the Phipps Center Fest also held just before fall began.
And then there was the birthday thingee, that dominating the 23rd itself, getting back to that.
My mom gave birth to my one blood brother on that day, just over a month after she had done so with/to me.
What a way to celebrate your 57th! So it was told. To him. As a joke. Over the phone. If going into labor in bookmarks to Labor Day can be funny. So don’t tell it to him in person.
To wit to Tom: It all started in a hospital for both of them.
A quite hot day, the origin of this joke was, but not too many hours later it became very cold, as fall came in with wrath.
Like this year.
And back at the Wild Badger, The Question: do I look good for 40? As slippery a slope as provided by lots of body lotion, but no I can safely say that you do not, and I will not be drawn into the thorny discourse of nuance, as that battle and that’s what it is, can be won, but it usually goes very bad.
But thusly, she was wearing a sash that called attention to that very number. So there could be a (partial?) ruse and the clarification behind it, that she could be 30, but that would mess things up with one digit of her sign. So meet halfway and write on your sash 35? Just take great care not to be dyslexic.
So how do you say yes, you look 32 and want to defend that judgment, as such a thing is needed? Is it safe, or is it still creepy, to issue a complement such as this, as of course a marker for looking youthful. You have stately shoulders, or arms, (but don’t say luscious as that might going too far. And don’t directly say you love their look, as why does your opinion matter?) So be more general, and suggest it is viewed that way by most in the general public.
Just beforehand was a 30th B-Day revelry. So I will only tease that now, and come back to that story later. Maybe next year? Same time.

Bacon Bash is again here, and who better to take a bigger than life role than a BBQ eatery that has — what else? — bacon infused throughout its multi-faceted menu. And not to be bashful about catering to many hundreds, if not thousands, of visitors.
Smokey Treats Fusion BBQ claims to bring the best of all worlds, from around the world to its offerings, perfect for this weekend’s activities that have a strong tourism base and bring revelers from all over the globe. (Note that, my many Chicago readers and beyond who love their bluesy BBQ, as the Smokey Treats are globally- and regionally-inspired but still use the freshest local ingredients).
There will be pigs and such in plenty of places during the annual River Falls fest, in the park, positioned along the historic Kinni trout stream, and even flying and/or in the form of pig wings to eat, if you open your mind to the possibility. Along those lines, find the golden pig on the hunt for an added prize, one pig/prize per person. And one of the bands on the bill for Saturday afternoon, is fittingly named Feed The Dog. (For more of the weekend’s revelry, even up to the north, see Picks of the Week). And feed you too. For there’s many a restaurant waiting for you. And your beverage-challenge vote, boasting local bartenders concoctions, as to wash it down.
But it all starts Friday afternoon with bacon, included in all manner of size, around a dozen different ways by Smokey Treats, to accompany its classic pork pulled and/or hand-sliced after being slow-cooked for 12-14 hours, then add numerous sauces and flavors and rubs, and veggies and cheeses (some in the form of fried curds) and the whole nine yards. (Several other local eateries also chime in, most within a several block area).

— Here goes with the good stuff from Smokey, and not smoke and mirrors, or as they say, blowing smoke: Pulled pork topped with bacon and a full sliced bratwurst and beer cheese sauce and jalapeno coleslaw and sweet and smoky sauce on a pretzel bun, and those things on a hoagie with the added ham slices and swiss cheese and pickles and Dijon mustard, and the Bacon Me Crazy BLT with a full six slices of the B and a drizzle of pesto and garlic aioli and dusting of garlic jalapeno … —

The Smokey Treats staff says that their venue housed in Riverwalk Square but accompanied by a traveling food truck that’s as decked out as their interior, (described as fun and trendy), is supplying most if not all the bacon for the overall bash. That’s got to be about the same amount of food value as the GNP, in agriculture at least, of Iowa and Illinois put together (OK I embellish). But there’s still that hungry dog, and people too. And bring that hunger to the Smokey Treats pair of eating contests, one for kids and one for adults, starting a 2 p.m. Saturday.
This is a blow-by-blow account, bacon-wise, of what Smokey Treats provides, in no particular order as the menu is huge and multi-ingredient: Classic Ellsworth cheese curds with maple syrup to accompany its bacon bits, seasoned fries smothered in country gravy and of course chopped bacon, bacon or pork (smoked) mac and cheese, mixed green salad that includes bacon bits with pineapple Habanero sauce and also veggies, peanut butter and jealousy burger with strips of the stuff …
But here goes with the really good stuff: Pulled pork (half-pound) topped with bacon and a full sliced bratwurst and beer cheese sauce and jalapeno coleslaw and sweet and smoky sauce on a pretzel bun, and those things on a hoagie with the added ham slices and swiss cheese and pickles and dijon mustard, and the Bacon Me Crazy BLT with a full six slices of the B and a drizzle of pesto and garlic aioli and dusting of garlic jalapeno (whew!).
And many more food and drink options that even go beyond the bacon. Some of this is made possible by partnering with various other local food purveyors. (“Croix Valley Sauces and Seasonings, Ellsworth Creamery and Lift Bridge Brewing are just some of the neighborhood businesses we work with to bring people together through food.”) And isn’t that what such a bash in all about?
So if you want to sit down and have your bacon and eat it too by having it served to you tableside, or flag down the food truck for something you can carry as you go and check out all the other festivities and music, or want to really pig out (in a good way), or just want the bacon-based sandwich version of a traveler steak, you now know how to go whole hog.

There is another newer restaurant serving something special during Bacon Bash. From its base just east of Hudson, Paddy Ryan’s Pub (make mine a Boxty) has also branched out to the south end of downtown River Falls, and will for its first time around for the annual fest, celebrate with an offering of classic meatloaf with beef and pork and cheeses … and of course some bacon. All given its usual topped-off-in-an-Irish-way. But they’ll bring lots of their creation to the main headquarters of Bacon Bash, down in the park, just for this weekend, although staying back at it in their newer location of the former Mainstreeters.