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Come Sail Away to St. Croix County from Nashville. And also surf to Somerset all this weekend for Pea Soup Days. Sweet, (both veggie and band by that name). —– The earlier event is what water warrior veteran Sailor Jerri did, as she’s an accomplished musician, to ride the Memorial Day waves, and bring to its smokin’ last day a month marked by cold and rain. —– The latter event? Read above.

You could say its the market conditions. Or you could say its an extension of the usual open-close slate for a holiday weekend. Or you could say that everyone, even musicians need a family-or-such day off …
But this just passed Memorial Day found that there were not only the usual take-Monday-off schedule blips that included some nightlife spots that you’d think would be the last to shut down, but they transitioned into other closures earlier in the three-day weekend. But don’t let that mar a big musical Monday.
There was a way to still get such music shipshape, and holiday themed, come that day, with a rollout of five hours of tunes in the park along the water — as the Village People aren’t the only ones who as far as song are In The Navy — but more on that in a bit.
If you wanted to get what could be called a non-music fix that Monday, you were out of luck if your plans included the downtown Hudson cigar shop and smoking lodge, some local pharmacies, a grocer where you could find that chocolate ice cream to die for, and even the public library that could offer that addictive read you’ve come to crave, (better luck two days earlier if at the Friday Memorial Library in New Richmond).
Even that tavern a couple of blocks down that has on-again and off-again Mondays off, took the whole weekend closed (starting Saturday to put it in the books). A shop across the street made the odd choice to be shuttered on Saturday but then open on Sunday.
So what to do? Someone sailed in from across the seven seas to add bounty on Monday.
Riding the wave of country stardom, Sailor Jerri, a veteran of the U.S. Navy although still youthful looking with long brunette locks behind the mic, strummed and sang starting at 2 p.m. at Lakefront Park, perched along the St. Croix River in Hudson. She (metamorphically speaking) had sailed in after leaving Nashville by riding the Ohio River, then the Mississippi River and it locks, then the St. Croix River, passing the Kinnickinnic River to get to the Lakefront Park Park bandshell.
This was also a benefit for the Freedom Park Center in the county, which is shown on posters with a map that uses as a reference point, of course, Hatfield Lake.

— The show gained by trekking miles by the hundreds and hundreds from her home base brought in thousands for the cause, spearheaded by the local VFW. There remains an option for donations, of course. And for more holiday-ish happenings, now that its June 1, check out Notes From The Beat. —

This event to close out with better weather what had been a rainy and cold month. April showers bring … May showers and most flowers would have had to wait. And a sign alongside the street earlier had said it all, May Day and after, no mow of grass.

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