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You had collected a killer coin? And more cool collectables, too. Want to make a stash of some serious cash because of it? While sharing with superlatives the story behind it? This roadshow smacks of, but is way better than, the best of what you will see on the back wall at a roadhouse, even if it is themed. So I Ramble On … As they are setting up in Hudson as we speak. As is also another, just added …

This roadshow stopping in Hudson is quite a fun ride, with a detail to the bits and names that go into making something a piece of marvelous and even festive memorabilia. Often with a story behind it that’s more than just a yarn. They are here, now, through Saturday, set up at the Holiday Inn Express in Hudson.

There are hundreds of items that are to be sought, from the likes of you to be brought and bought. And the varied precision of what is desired for them to buy is impressive. Premier Gold, Silver and Coin, the sponsor, asks the big question: “Do you have any of these items?”

Many prized are coins, foreign and domestic, graded and commentative, but there are also to be, fine precious metals, jewelry whether new or broken, stuff for sports fans, Pokemon, timepieces, vintage musical instruments, antique toys, comic books, war pieces, even Zippo lighters, pocket knives, rings and more!

— This also is a walk down memory lane, maybe sung by The Memories. Actually it was a Packer Backer song that caught on that I also wrote about. But this time it’s two Old School townies I hadn’t encountered for a while, but now are making it new again. Fizz Kizer is back at Johnnies Bar in River Falls all afternoon today (Saturday), with his new CD release show to Travelin’ On My Mind, (maybe he’ll hit Minneapolis?) There is an opening set by another local I’ve known from past days, Rudy Rudesill, (love that last name as a band name), as Johnnies now has a full three musical acts in two days, as they started with Friday. They are doing their part in recent months to bring live music back, by hosting bands.

Ziggy’s Hudson is too, apparently as in the word around town — which is bolstered by the fact that they are again doing a redo, this time of not only the front-side patio, but by painting in off-white the entire facade that had not been done before — covering up with not only cover bands but also the basic but cool original red brick. But if you should stay and go now with Old School music, you’d think that the original siding-less walls would be kept as is. Unless the new owners are truly trying to make this old place their own, and distance themselves from predecessors, though the color of the outside wall is a pretty “transparent” way to do it. —

Gotta love the kinds of coins: Morgan dollar, Barber coins, walking (literally shown) liberty half-dollar, wheat pennies, Mercury dimes, and again more. Two cent pieces, three pieces and half times. To say No Quarter would not be at all accurate. Just, maybe, not four centers, as that would be pushing it. But you never know …

Add to it currency, some of it fractional, coins from Austria, (so again think Sound of Music, if you have goods from that era), cast iron and wooden toys, silver and bronze age comics, daggers and swords, belt buckles and ammo belts, you get the picture.

This free buying event runs for five days and is open to the public. Premier Gold, Silver and Coin, the sponsor, asks the big question: “Do you have any of these items?”

It is at the Holiday Inn and Express in Hudson, for again, five days, beginning Tuesday, Nov. 11 starting at 10 a.m. and generally running until about 6 p.m. So worth the drive from the Twin Cities.

Another event, this time invitation only, is well worth noting. Last year, I sat in with a friend to learn about an event we will likely not take in jointly, a funeral and this was the dyed-in-the-wool Catholic home that may be servicing it. This season of this year, for dying, mid-November just past late October, and before the gift-card-giving season, (see below) you could bring up to three guests, and I don’t know how that fits, unless mom and dad have not passed and they want to come, and veterans receive special benefits for funerals and burials, but ONLY IF YOU LEARN HOW, their caps.

(To make the more donuts? To feed more guests, especially when they go beyond nibbling. No K, as in Circle K stores, as that also would be more like Kibbles and Bits. Feed bowser too, foregoing your browser. Add that and it would require a second gift card.)

If that promo info was not enough of a draw for us, and to be repeated the next day, the advertised refreshments were out of this world, even if only several full plates of elaborate donuts of countless varieties. Some holed, some whole, some not, some two, glazed and frosted, and sugered and powdered. There was also a chance to win a gift card for gas back home and more. My friend silently prayed to win it, as the tank amount we had could have had a better rank. I simply prayed that the person in greatest need would get gassed.

Turns out it may have been both. My friend, at the end, after they made us wait a bit, (make the donuts?) opened her little envelope and the quickly treasured card was found inside. She paused, then prayed thanks, as did I, as there were several Kwik Trip convience stores to be found along the two in town, then four lanes back toward The Cities.

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