It started with some bittersweet dreams, but May Day — and some checking revealed that this date might be fitting — brought with it a reaching out across that apparently thin veil from some people who passed on suddenly last summer, only now evoking a mid-summer night’s dream, and a group from earlier on who paved the way for the more recent ones.
It seemed, indeed, that they wanted me to join them. And the framework of why now was given by themes pervading the music of a heavy metal icon who passed away over a decade ago.
So three layers of departure stepped forward in far less than 24 hours, that ended fittingly, I think, on a Sunday morning.

— Thought(s) for the day(s). And it’s about the day(s). My beloved screen saver new thingee told me that May 1 is the first day of Pacific Islander Heritage Month 2022. Also, earlier this year was (play your) Jukebox Day, (Capitalism motive). Wait, aren’t there a lot more music lovers broadly speaking, than those type of Islanders (and not New York). Shouldn’t that order be flip-flopped and we have a whole such music month? But wait just a minute, the former also encompassed Asian Americans, so I guess my theory was a Shot In The Dark. While I’m at skewering people, I reminded myself of a plea made on social media when a particular enclave ended up on the wrong end of the shtick on a certain issue: “Lake Elmo people are people too.” Uhm, are you sure? C’mon man, you’re telling me those (hefty) Iowans are the only ones we can make light of … —

This thus was a weekend marking remembrance of spring renewal and a halfway point of the sun year, International Workers Day and the well-known pilot’s signal of May day, May day, to show their distress is real. Ah, distress.
It also for me became a time to give memory for in many cases really the first time, to those who have passed on months ago, and in some cases longer, but not to the degree of a day of the dead. But now accentuate the positive fully.
Thus it did leave me, after a half-day process rang through completely, to have a burst of renewal. Have a pint for that midpoint?
But first I needed to do my homework.
Online information gained in several different searches was helpful, and although it provided a framework for dealing with individual situations and ways to grieve, it gave lots of detail. When offering condolences, timing is vital, from immediately to after months, and I was away for the summer when some loved ones passed. But the upshot was clear, write letters and notes to them, think of them and make it be known the fact that they will be remembered, recall specific warm memories — like the cheesy photo of Danyiel in her snakeskin pants on a Harley, and yes I was able to get it published — and even “talk” to them. I had not done this, I had not even taken time to grieve in any of those cases, just went to the next step of life, rather than acknowledging death. My mental way of doing this was, typical for me, a combination of telepathic message, prayer to them also, and meditation. It was short and sweet, but conveyed what had long been needed to convey, if only in short form. (I kept thinking immediately afterward, is there another facet they I have forgotten to stick in, did I emphasize the key points enough). And writing this post sealed the rest of the deal, and I will get some closure to this part of the process by adding for each of them this omission: I love you.

It was 6 p.m. on April 30 and although dog tired — like Ozzy asking in song why darkness is overdue? — I feared another sleepless night. So I took two different forms of sleep meds, the recommendations for dosage of the 25 mg of that one I can’t pronounce, and 10 mg of melatonin, and a half can of NA beer. Did this sway what I experienced in near sleep, or is there more to the story?
I kept getting this feeling of quickly being pulled toward the abyss through knock-dead fast sleep, and have to mentally fight it off — or should I? — and later when May Day arrived, deciphered this could have been a means for those summer people to have me come join them in an afterlife. Strange, but not unprecedented, but I wondered since this was the first May Day after those Big Three had passed on last summer …
So I googled like only I can google to get a handle on this, as this is what I and almost all in our internet-based society come to do in times of trouble: Is May Day a time when people who are deceased reach out to the living?
The answer was interesting as there was a pagan religion that stressed the belief, through an observance called Beltane, that May Day was a time when the year is divided in half between light and darkness. This resonated. Why? Another part of the death picture on last night was that, as an introduction to it from favorite rock lyricist Ronnie James Dio who died over a decade ago, and was a friend of a friend, his words of the interplay between light and darkness spawned many an album. This spun off to dreams where in the process of counting my batches of coins, which I kept on finding in new places, I had to enter the houses of such people while having a limited time to look, and not have materialism overshadow the main theme of the day — a parade/funeral that featured music. Prior to this in the dream I had the first few digits for my bank account number appear before me, and an invitation to try to remember the rest. I declined, for fear I would remember them in the wrong order. Meaning? There were many events we’d all wanted to get tickets to and attend in order to bond much further, but with finances always extremely tight, never could because there was never even a Benjamin to throw to it. (That denomination is chosen with purpose, and yes I remember the instance — with more then one person).

An alert for a later and related post: The deep meaning behind such things, in many different layers, as the Slayer song, Seasons in the Abyss. Much more as I eventually segue into that type of lyrical analysis.

Need more spring and its activities? Walk out of the darkness and into the light, like Pantera sings, as the darkness that filled the void (that’s only the case at this venue on scattered weekdays) gives way to sun rays. But wait, that Pantera reference could be backwards.
This Saturday, somewhat-post-pandemic Dick’s Bar holds, for the first time in three years, its spring break beach party, complete with sand-to-play-in (not contaminated of course) that’s way beyond a few buckets worth, filling the dance floor. That fun in the sun is followed, for perhaps the first time making this a duo and not on separate nights, by its black-out party that historically has had all the lights turned off and a series of tarps, black of course, taking care of any stray ray of brightness, even neon beer signs.
It all starts, including live music, at a 7 p.m. time when there still is … sunlight before it yields, hence my reverse order reference. And Black Out Bash, its semi-official title, is BOB but you don’t bring your own bottle, as they have you deeply covered on that.
This night also, fittingly, as part of the long and winding road, brings the band Redemption Road to Ziggy’s. (The next day is May Day, which can bring shades of dark and light, depending on your theology and politics). More on that in a later post.
With that said, have you finished all your Easter candy? Sin of gluttony? Maybe you weren’t able to fully go there, since some stores with full aisles of sweets did not have the prototypical jelly beans. It did not go unnoticed by staffers, in off-the-cuff conversations on both the day before Easter and a week later, when they still were not in and on the shelves. Supply shortages? Market conditions? The economy? Business decision-maker decision? Take into account that the same was true of some fairly common herbal supplements, better for you anyway then candy, although chocolate is said to have health benefits. That is not a license to go all out, as then you might need to add a weight loss supplement to your regime, caused by your “broadly” speaking high inflation.

This is more doggone funny then most nature puns, straight from the sponsoring store’s marketers, and is how this raft of information/recommendations got going. But unlike most puns, it didn’t pour from my mouth/fingers all too Kwikly. To wit:
“Celebrate National Banana Day (or can I declare it a week)! We hope this “ap-PEELs” to you.” (Producing one is something that now and then has been fruitful and gotten you into concerts both local and regional for free, but now with Covid fears and the need to feed so many people, promoters have steered more to a food shelf donation of a canned good or two, non-perishable of course. For such bananas have lasted through a long trek from a continent or two away, but Kwik Trip has that base covered with ripening rooms, as will be described below).
The little smiley icon that went along with, (I am boycotting use of the actual name as its just one more thing to have to remember to google), looks more like another fruit, from a land not as far away. Peachy-keen! Georgia on my mind.
For peanuts? But instead, a free pound of bananas, all day unlike various happy hours, when you use your Kwik Trip reward cards with coupon. And this was put out there by their marketing department on, when, the 20th? That is the official day of this fruit, when they’re top banana. So why didn’t I get, or at least see, it in my inbox until the 25th? (See near the end of this post for techno info, and not from Joe).
But I have a great big ol’ conspiracy theory, and yes HudsonWiNightlife has them also, just not as frequently and non-satirically: The powers that be at this being the Kwik not the dead, are hoping this will be a foot in the door, to get you into the store, even if the bananas will soon fade, (but at Kwik Trip I know people who know people, so I know the stock is updated and the rest tossed EVERY MORNING. Again, see the end of the post for more of what this convenience store does for you in such cases to make them … convenient). Back to my conspiracy point, the everyday price is 49 cents per pound, and that’s when they really want you to buy — if its a true freebie are you actually buying It? And to have you do it this spring, which is what they are banking on, before there is a price rollback, to borrow a WalMart term, that brings the rate down to just over a quarter.
And I do think they first hatched this email plan, on 4-20, not taking into account what the other holiday is on that day. Pound of pineapples? OK, considering the possible recipient error message going bananas — or not — that would seem more likely someone on my end.
So was there a techno lapse? A Joe lapse? A lapse on both ends? Have you had this happen?
It can be a thing such as the size of the email and its attachments, and network latency, or most often, a case of sender or recipient client delays, online info says. Still, we are usually talking a few minutes. And I won’t make a Spam joke, although it may be peripherally relevant.
From earlier, there are many ways that Kwik Trip really kicks it in gear to beat its competitors as a quick change artist, reacting to market conditions and in many cases making changes overnight. But here is some stuff they have come up with, going forward, to float your banana boat.
“We have 10 banana ripening rooms located in our distribution center in La Crosse, which allows us to ship out over 21,000 cases of bananas per week!
“We ship our bananas to stores in two stages – green and yellow – to ensure folks like you can find the bananas of your liking!”
There have been such other Kwik Trip freebies hawked through email and its usage of coupons, and just as you can roll out the barrel, they keep rolling them out, so take a close and timely look. This is the biggest and best beer state, and pay attention to National Made-Holiday Days Of …
Other such freebies have included a pair of different Topo offers this month, the most recent a Chico Margarita on the 15th. And at times you’ve been able to get a can of beer, spiked or otherwise, for under a dollar.

The last time(s) I had been to a ballgame in Milwaukee, it was before even the name Miller Park, and namely County Stadium.
Same county, much different friendly confines for this, the recent home opener.
Bernie Brewer might have to go sans suds to find his new place of work, as it has moved to a new spot along with bleachers, from which he slides after homers, and I recall this from way back in the days of Harvey’s Wallbangers. The slide twists in a slightly different fashion that just might be needed because its now perched just inside the left field power pole.
Up on The Irons, the facade that faces home plate, are many listed in the state baseball hall of fame. Two that I did not expect, so I had to ask my brother as he knows such things while sitting aside me, yes Bob Uecker is there even though still behind the mic up above us, and yes so is Jackie Robinson — I didn’t know he had a late career stint with the Brewers, but no, I was assured he was up there due to a rightly ordained MLB order.

— I also note you’d need to be really nerdy.
To miss these monsters of rock and more.

Going hours longer than most such flashy options, the GasLite Bar and Grill in Ellsworth holds its annual Victory Fireworks Demo on Friday. With plenty of food also featured for fun and family, while you wait for the big bangs. But that won’t be as long as during mid-summer — as dusk comes about 8 p.m. and the show carries on to closing so its a barrage — and you can still bring your lawn chairs.
P.S. Then its the Dweebs checking in at the GasLite next Saturday night. Just took in the act for the first time in a while at a New Richmond venue they used to frequent. People didn’t stray from the dance floor during the sets, and then but only then went out and about the downtown during the breaks, showing their veracity. The group put in very un-dweeb-ish splashes to some hard rock tunes, with the singer’s snarl being dead-on. And I’d never seen such good use of a guitar-neck/beer-bong. So as a follow-up to this weekend’s River Falls Bourbon (highlighted here since its a cool term) fest that features well over a dozen bands … —

But back at the Brewer ballpark, you knew them by their … never mind. It seemed all the exquisitely beautiful women — better to eye then Uecker — were able to progress to The Front Row and stake their claim. And I swear, the more buxom, the more likely they got so close to the field they could lean over the railing. Oddly for the times we’ve had, and moreso because it was a rare warm day, very few weren’t dressed down so far as they’d sure get a tan.
And the sunglasses were on everyone’s face, nary a cloud up above so it made sense. But there is the age-old way to attract attention by taking them on and off — like a bartender and her sweatshirt in fall — indiscriminant of those slight clouds that there were at a given time. And as the sun drew westward and thus the shadows in the lower deck eastward, there was no change in the frequency of the tip it up the head. Just sayin.
But I was really impressed by the woman selling boxes of lemonade who was hawking it while filing up and down the perpendicular walkway, and all the while keeping it balanced atop her head, and hands had to be busy doing other sales things. And nary a drop spilled by dropping the box.
Boxes that were kept perfect were also on the field. The grounds crew seemed to be out there all the time, serving as a greenskeeper to keep grass positively glowing. And the sand in the infield was similarly immaculate, and the color kept that one same tone throughout and always. When that first pitch was thrown out — by a three-headed trio of dignitaries — it upset the applecart or more aptly the intricate order of the dirt’s positioning. Only made the ball go 58 feet.
The Brew Crew home now has the flash and flare of a brightly liquored cocktail, or one could say the neon displays closer to home at a Minnesota Wild game, where pro hockey meets rock concert. All those colors streaking along and replacing one another as they move sideways along the facade that makes up the front of the upper deck.
In back of home plate, halfway up the deck area, were smaller numbers listing not only balls and strikes but pitch speed. My brother pointed this out as the Brewer ace — we were lucky enough to catch that part of the rotation — neared triple digits. My older squinty eyes were having trouble making out just where that key number sat on the facade, and at first I was looking at a different part of this faux scoreboard, but then Tom pointed it out again. By that time I had figured out that I was initially looking in the wrong column, as I vaguely recall while writing this, as I knew no one could have a speed of only a single digit.
A star of this day ended up being on the other team, someone who had a big but not really bulked up frame, and took center stage for a bit. A guy in front of us, informed us that the man’s father had once been a Mr. Canada, so such acclaim was not unknown. The bearer of this news seemed very eager to talk about it, and at length. Maybe the family’s publicist? Give that guy in the stands a mic!
What’s up above…
Of course this field has a roof, and the girders that held in place what on some days might have been extended, were way up there and oddly parallel to the base lines and looked almost freestanding. A newscast we saw shortly before our day in the park had a young reporter say she was given a tour when it was built — and it included a perch on one of the girders! An addendum: The day featured a high pop fly over the infield that for the first and only time hit not only the roof, which was under wraps on this day, but even one of those girders, altering the ball’s flight before it dropped to not near third base, but closer to second.
A 40-yard-dash distance away, in the left field corner, up above the wall, sits a prestigious sports bar, and my nephew said it was going to be the site of a company gathering later in the summer. So maybe I can get an invite, and thus go again?

This Easter, why not get your wine that’s a festive part of the dinner from a store that has a full four aisles of that option, Spirit Seller liquors right in downtown Hudson, as they have 28 Easters under their belt as a family-run business. So Minnesotans take note.

— Also make note of this thought of the day — or yesterday. It was set that April 15 be both the day of two certainties, taxes and since it was Good Friday, death. But the U.S. government created another holiday, pushing tax-filing-due-day to Monday, so there was an alteration, in the name of emancipation. So tax prep people may may been missing out on three days of collecting interest, and arose to help tax-minuters after three days. The bottom line? The H&R&B and blues players alike, I’m told, kinda kicked around the idea of funding fewer feet or the floor, so to speak, and putting more on another type of floor, in the from of lobbyists against a flat tax. Hey just kidding, since Their Time Has Come To Be Gone, and I Ramble On, so get back to you with an update in 365, or should we say 361!–

But then, the Spirit Seller still has a series of long and high aisles displaying your favorites in every liquor category. Four of the ten are devoted exclusively to wine, and greet you right when you walk in the door, so they create a hard-to-beat selection — literally hundreds and hundreds of wines — for your Easter, and its dinner, and otherwise celebrating on this holiday that kicks spring into gear. And that extends to making your minosa too. And Bloody Mary’s anyone?
And the cost also is hard to beat, with there always being dozens of great wine specials on top of the regular prices — with their prices cut by several dollars and giving new options weekly — on things that are not just the usual run-of-the-mill. For one example of many, and also topical, if you want to hold out the option of extending your holiday into an Easter Monday, there is CK Mondavi at two bottles for only $10. On a shelf a couple of feet way is a quality pinot gringo for only $6.99. That price range is easy to find at The Spirit Seller.

— New break: We offer an again-current message that converges two of the last three days of holidays, but you might need a musical concordance. We take on two of three, as one, in Uncategorized–

We will now let the Spirit Seller let their story, as with dozens of years in the business, they know it well: “Spirit Seller Liquors is a locally-owned family business serving the Hudson area over 30 years, donating to many local causes to benefit our community! Dick and Carole Fey have been in the business for over 28 years and have been active in the Hudson community for most of their lives. John Kromer, Dick and Carole’s son-in-law, came to the Spirit Seller in 1997, and has been actively managing the store ever since. (And you will typically find him right there, on-site, and ready and accessible to help).
“John, and his wife Jamie will be happy to provide you with wine pairings, catering advice, or just a friendly hello.
“Whether you’re looking for the best-tasting beer when you get together with friends? Or a wine list that’s larger than at any fine restaurant? A place where the prices are much more affordable? Or perhaps you are looking for that classic Vodka, aged Kentucky Bourbon, or other spirits?
“At Spirit Seller Liquor, we’ve been providing residents of Hudson, WI with all of these, at the best possible prices. We buy in bulk, and pass the discount on to you (click to see this week’s specials). That’s why we’re proud to be the “Low Price” leader for this part of Wisconsin, while offering the widest selection anywhere.
“Call us today at 715-386-5995 to learn more about our huge selection of quality wine, liquor and beers and our special discounts.”
So when pairing a wine with ham or turkey, or even a last Lenten foray into fish, there are plenty of choices, no matter if your preference is red or white wine, and so many other options or in-between. And when making a pick to go with the meat as an entre, the store employees are knowledable to guide you in the right direction.
Spirit Seller Liquor knows the importance of great taste, and also etiquette, and likes to share this with their valued customers, they say. Their website offers a full five links, and great references, for coordinating meals or discovering new tastes.
And we know that Easter is not just about wine. People who are especially part of a younger crowd and back home for the first time in a while, but at some point want to get away from the older generations and have a gathering that’s more for kicking up the heels that come with that new Easter dress, the Spirit Seller can set you up with a six-pack or more, or whatever else can set a new tone for a new party.
It is the first liquor store you encounter when coming in from The Cities, across the street from Ziggy’s, Hudson’s main music club, but with even more parking readily available, and on the other side Lakefront Park and the St. Croix River. And the sales tax for such here in St. Croix County is only 5.5 percent, rather than the nine or such number across the river in Minneapolis.

As long as there are bars and grills and music clubs, there will be a need for servers.
It only starts there — but as shown by the big signing bonuses being thrown around — that is a biggie, as performed in the Key of G, (I am assuming there is such a thing).
But a microcosm, as seen as a sign on a corner, (and not the corner bar). The battle had begun for employees. One placard for factory workers said $15 per hour, but with a large signing bonus for … signing on. Within three feet away — is that a legal requirement? — was another that offered a full $17. What’s marginally employed man, or women, to do? A hint that’s vital with these days of bureaucratical management, the former has a really sucky HR director who pretends to be friendly at first. So read the fine print.
We’re at the other end with KFC, offering only $13 to start, even at this advanced state of the staffing crunch. On another corner and well around the corner, is a pitch for an ongoing job fair. Why that way? It has not been taken down for months, and that means up 24-7. Midnight martini lunches and breakfast meetings? But only 8-to-5, in actuality, in offering to meet and greet.
Open the door to Popeyes poultry and even as we speak up in these northern parts, Chicken-a-Fil. But at least they are not closing dining rooms here and there, like some of their burger competitors. And across the driveway at up to $15 is Taco Johns, and further nearby is The Bell from the land of belles, who has long beckoned with the teasing worker come-on-(board), Wanna Taco-bout it.
The war for workers started way back in early Trump days, getting going with dueling signs between Home Depot and Menards — and they will train — which oddly are only a big parking lot from each other. And co-leading the list are the local Kwik Trip(s), among the first to offer the most competitive wages, especially when beefing it up for the night shift, and by diversifying the dollars between the three, eight-hour hands-on.
Culvers in New Richmond went to another level, or lower level if we are talking just about age. They through their sign pointed out that they, specifically, would hire 16-year-olds for many types of positions — and they spelled it out to a degree. Largely untapped labor market? (Unless you happen to be McDonalds, et al).
And if you have a green thumb, even if you maybe are all thumbs, check out the hiring possibilities at a gardening center in the town of Hudson, which if you have that specified skill, offers some new types of perks. And one of the perks for the owner is a sign positioned on a trailer in the ditch of the U.S. 12, four-lane expressway.
Along another busy route in New Richmond, is a pitch from Hudson Staffing for its own help. Let me get this straight — a staffing store needs staffing so they can have the staff to help other firms seeking staffers get those positions staffed.

— Right now, kitty-corner across the street is a like-minded business with a similarly signed need for hired help. Simply Staffing carries on the theme of a string of S consonants, and even adds one more to the list with its opening word.–

A block away a sign was still up as summer nears, they will hang Christmas tree lights on your front porch, or elsewhere all year long, and never out of season.
Many different opps exist to scan the app and zap, and get paid, although you may need to code, as employers hit social media from all sides, working-it in the early cycles. Who knew there could be almost a dozen different job descriptions for places serving beer and burgers.
Early-on was when a large downtown brewer put up a sign, rather then hiring at all positions, specifically seeking a brewmaster, and requiring a resume. The mind boggles about what would be on it. References?
Lastly, national beer day is upon us. Positions filling up fast for quality control.

There is a recent act before Congress, taking some time away from managing masks and other mayhem, that because of the pandemic, citizens are legally bound to wildly partake, “starting but not limited to tickets and trinkets,” in all holidays that are taking place in the year 2022 for a full half-year, not just a day.
Whereas such revelry will serve a mental health purpose as it will keep people in good spirits in a time of social distancing and shutdowns. And whereas it will be an economic stimulus, as such spending has been shown to keep the lights on in places that serve said purpose. And whereas, since the makers of both wine and champagne have seen their sales go down by almost half because of climate change, and of both Russian and Ukrainian vodka have experienced a similar lack of sales, and they need like stimulus …
OK, that was an April Fool’s joke. But it does give a reason to dive into some of the fun things … stuff you can’t make up … that have been happening thus-far in said year. And tell the truth about them (although maybe embellished)!
Last night at Dick’s Bar, the burly bartended was still in a St. Patrick’s Day shirt, something about Shamrocks now continuing their growth without a spring lag because of global warming, and he acknowledged that his place is one of two locally that at times have featured a half-St. Paddy’s Day celebration, and were part of such a memorandum to Congress. And yes, he is both Irish and Polish, so whiskey is a go but not the latter’s vodka.
The frozen temps and wind chills finally got to us and continued forth in January and moving forward, like Frozen Tundra before you are ready for it to max out, because of the new cold war, since there was a Friday night where those out and about was one-third of the norm. Still, because of the Twin Cities factor, overall sales experienced a near-record volume per capita, or per Citian? The usual stalwarts were not to be seen, although their added presence might have put the record in jeopardy because of the Jag factor, but now come spring there will be more chances … More on that later.

— Another St. Patrick’s Day aside, resurrected like the coming Easter, is the 2022 lucky clover card of well, clovers, that features what I thought were the 31 days of March to patronize — read spend money like the Irish do when they can — and reap in prizes from the downtown mostly but spreading out to all of Hudson businesses. But wait, there are 39 of the Shamrocks. So the gist, I was told by a wee Irishman, is that people have added days to punch all on the card, amounting to the semi-St. Pat’s Day rolling around again, six months from now.–

Most years it has been around the 22nd when the One Block Fun Run was held, and there have been times when the glasses of water (unlike the beer that comes in later) that had to be quaffed halfway during the jaunt froze over, like the nearby St. Croix but with even thicker ice since these drinks were poured before last call the previous night. Are such plastic glasses subject to more than low temps, thus the chilling effect of wind, if filled to the rim? And at 10 a.m. on the day in question it was a mere 10 degree level and winds were well past the 10 mph threshold. Sales records still fell by ten-fold come the inside-after-party.
So for chilling out: Village Liquors had a run on NA wine immediately prior to the new year, and all that was left on the shelf was the price of a centuries-old Gallo. OK, now that’s a real mixed metaphor, but loyal readers of a like mind with HudsonWiNightlife (ouch) will get the joke.
My friend Maya, a rare sustained stalwart among local regulars, was out on New Year’s Eve, but called it quits well before the New Year was rung in, setting off a dis-similar alarm, and also a summons before Congress. Even her darkly exotic good looks could not make the scene worthwhile for her, at least on that night. And in future nights as The (young punk) Boys Were Back In Town. Now less and less.
There are still holiday light shows at residences to be seen, with many different but small pieces that come together as one, but the first and most noticeable take-down was around the garage door and house eaves by a local pastor at his parsonage. Apparently their theology does not make room for the 12 days of Christmas. But its that and sevenfold more for those avengers with cool displays that kept it up right until the ebb of winter. One such collection was of 12 small things, in a small front yard, that were spoken of (small whispers) but seldom seen, as you cross from Hudson into North Hudson.

— And there is a new Q to answer, thank you Yelp, and the trivia can be found under Where Did You See It. Quaaludes not incorporated, though, despite the post that comes next —

A local drug store has been thorough all along in conveying its mask message, and riding on its coattails vaccine status, for both sick and well people who are dashing through its door. This post gets into, in a meandering way, the nitty gritty of what they hope you read eye-high as you enter.
As a tangent, this reminds one of that Mr. Jimmy who shared a cherry soda — forget social distancing or too many napkins or tissues — with singer Mick Jagger, for as a sign says, just a quarter or so, in a nearby land that’s actually just across the river, back in beginnings of the Stones, to inspire the song You Can’t Always Get What You Want. So for music as I muse, you just might end up here, as always seems to be the case.
But that local signage on a double door uses several sentences — and is that about how much Hemingway is said to have written in a day? — to describe exactly what they offer, and spell out what they don’t as far as the forms of testing, immediate need or longer term, and to be used there or at home through kits (a new form of takeout?) plus vaccinations of varying types. A health care provider appointment is recommended, so they’ll have you call your cable company … sorry, Freudian slip. They’ve also been one of only a few most consistently staunch and as unflinching as an eye exam in their stated policy, when it came to mask requirements, including being mandatory when few others were. On the front lines, like in a mosh pit, they could see the damage of bad decision-making. Than add the flu shot, also offered even if its optional, to the mix that is bantied about like a billboard.
Still, though getting more and more busy because of the need, my guy behind the counter is Always Quick With A Joke And Light Up Your Smoke (not really), even these days. I tried one of those new gonzo meds (vaccine?) and asked if a side effect was my growing a green tail. Not that he knows of, he said, but if you do he’s got a hack saw ready and waiting back at the farm. Chuckle. The very next day I persevered, and said I had two more, but as said by another sign, this time his diploma, that was outside his “scope.” Gut-busting laugh.
And how else do you deal with these signage times? I noticed that the label on my “just the good stuff” had the same date it was filled as the date to throw-away-by-if-not-used. That is a window to get it done of 24 hours? I quipped, sounds like a party! Belly-buster, since you know if you read the fine print, these types of things can promote either weight gain or loss.
But these days, there also are myriad ways to post just protect yourselves and others. Liked this one, “mask optional, mask friendly.” That’s warm and fuzzy, just like my new growth. Also mask friendly is a karaoke place called Bleachers in Maplewood — I think that’s where the town boundary lies. They were among the first to offer any singer, a veteran or next to grab the mic, some disinfecting equipment and a bit of kind advice that you don’t necessarily have to follow, even if that’s just a wet wipe, promoted through their sliding neon sign in back of the bar. But please don’t take that as a license to slobber, though I have found that it can create a signature vocal effect.
And local convenience stores have also led the way, being about the first, and days early, to require employees to be masked regardless of things like vaccination status. And at Wisconsin’s own, the rules were always posted and updated in detail — but when things died down with restrictions but protests still ramped up — there suddenly ended up being nary a word displayed on the glass. And there words aplenty to state what’s not a tough theme to grasp. There’s probably a more than a triple R and S here, in ways that ask you to mask-up: Strongly suggested, surreptitiously. Then staunchly and stringently standard. Or recommended, required, remedial … And as far as that new booster vaccine to make it a threesome, what if two outta three ain’t bad.

Green and orange keep on coming up, with twists and turns on the outcomes of the betrothen. In seas of color in the stands by the tens of thousands, and on the bench by only tens of hundreds, when including trainers and assistants, there were green and off-gold in college football, bowl games, all things Baylor (my man’s fave), in NFL playoffs, in college basketball, and of course in the Deer District. As a result, Lambeau in hunting season is not the only one ablaze with orange.
Like that, last seen in shades of green on the screen only wee seconds apart, it was competition vs. commercial: Giannis and Guinness.
And the Arkansas Razorbacks do live on despite recent meat-filled holidays, displayed in their trademark red flesh in both roundball and pigskin tones to round it out, but not by being broadcast live on our old TV — even if its progressed beyond black and white — and what it can pull in without having all channels, versus a replay. So we did see red, just in another way.
So as a viewer, I walk the line. Or run it. Up the gut. Usually without success? But that keeps the winning coach registering in the black — gray if Zimmer — in his bank account. He was Mr. Smart. And not Maxwell. Dumb coaches don’t win national championships.
A commentator said so.
Or win Olympic Gold. It was added that as far as individual luge, a person’s weight might be viewed as a good thing to get the sled rolling faster, but watch out for those bigger hips! Just might mean a Silver.
Covid came at the worst possible time for a competitor who was just ready to hit the slopes, and with her plentiful tattoos, one just has to wonder if the disinfectant was not championed at the right time. Or placed, or not, over the tiny virus-vaccine needle point. Would it be a banned substance?
That Russian athlete who kinda, sorta, had an illegal substance in her system, to help with … what … something as non-controversial as the common cold? Like the past intake of Mary Jane, which to repeat, is only performance enhancing if you play the bass??
Shawn White of USA at 35 was trying to medal in his last Winter Olympics, but would he succeed? Skateboarder Shawn spoiler alert, and my surmised smoking stoner advisory. But wait, that all occurred already. But when you can be on the high end of things, maybe, time is fluid? Much more on that in a future post.
The Wisconsin version of the biathlon could include pool and darts … ???
Back in the USA, there are mascots so ugly they’re cute, although they swim like the Florida Gators — with such a flag waving at New Richmond main-drag residence — many of those aforementioned colors past you? Us? Badgers and Gophers? Maybe that Georgia Bulldog? That pot-bellied pig, not so much, but being so sheerly big, as Texas?
But those Jayhawks, too, as in that mascot painted-on at center-court until near the end of their run. But why those tennis shoes. To hide those gnarly feet?
And that pot-bellied pig pet just referenced, owned by someone back in the day in ‘Ol Arkansas who is now reinventing his roots, could be viewed as Public Enemy No. One — even though it was not out in public — since you weren’t supposed to have one in that apartment, or with that zoning. And not end zone … Guess they were just channeling, in reverse, Iowa State colors and mascots, watched on that very day. With that blight of bad karma, Iowa State almost did them in on the gridiron. Irons Up!
So, you’re in whole hog or not at all.
But the saying of that long-sought-after playoff day, which was a doubleheader game, was Who Dey, and we are not talking The Who or Guess Who, but they were making devil horns.
The sign later shown forth in the stands, and was prophetic: The Year of the Dawg. How long’s it been? Forty, again like the U2 song, or is it 41 or 42? Couldn’t remember for sure.
The TV-visited golf score, in noticeably warmer climes for their course, chimed in at a stated -15, as in 15 under par. Like the temps/wind chill faced by the viewers here in the Hudson area.
We recall, being in plain sight on our old TV since its a postgame show, the kissing of the proclaimed “best” trophy in sports, in the late night of one of those trio of college generated games, and could go to OT or more than one, even if that is after bedtime. That would be just like the Gopher bowl game out on the coast.
That brings to mind the old day of Ellie’s, when a big replica of an NHL trophy made by a local man was bantied about, for all who were even quasi-prominent to sign. I put my john henry in an obscure place, so not to be seen — apologies to U2 — until 40 days and 40 nights pass.
Back to the roles in bowls, some of them super …
In his starring gig in a series of ads, Gronk the gonzo tight end shows comedically that getting USAA insurance is perhaps more difficult to obtain than even SSDI! But being a veteran, and that’s the rub, helps on both counts. And this injury prone superstar has methinks more lives — as measured in his recoveries and then playing again — as a cat and its nine. We love the way he is so comfortable in poking fun at himself: “But I’m special!” Second to only Ozzy at that.
Or as Helmberger saith Ruthlessberger, both ending not with dessert, but Berger, in a Giannis type length of name.
Something finally went the Vikings’ way, but Cousins would have to take them five yards for a win, which after penalties and a sack raised the need to fifty, actually.
Also, the way the ball bounces — or fails to. The doubleheader-game center’s snap barely made it past his butt, then a scramble ensued including the QB for the (oblong) ball.
So Alary’s as a Bear Bar in St. Paul, to see these things that at long last came to pass, was likely shoulder to shoulder; but no more busty babe bartenders in bikinis, due to a redone format. Boo hoo.
But Da Bears, how bizzah, says Nate. Especially since shootings in that general area, and we’re not talking pool, are becoming more prominent, and that also harckens to a time way back, think gangsta days, and not the rap music version.
If they only were like the what’s-old-is-new-again, Lingerie Football League, in only their Brazzeres. That would make you channel surf between three games.
Then a commercial to best those in the Super Bowl, a big screen shot of that huge guy, torso longer then legs (like me) in one extreme to the other … but only an average inseam. Psst, it can be taken it in.
When near the goal line, and the Vikings love of running it straight up the gut for no gain in recurring fashion, it’s the reverse of the first we’ve heard of Once Bitten Twice Shy, because the old Dibbo’s, when Great White played there multiple times, is old hat.
So not to tip my hat to the play-calling. Another sorta Vikings? Only sorta?
Some of these were done in, using typical fashion, a play that was basically the wrong replay. Was this — again and also and in addition — the bias against the Razorbacks ringing true, as saith again my man when also drawing a Viking comparison? That replay only prevailed when the team got creamed, and thus did not effect the outcome.
Then one of those clones of inconsistency used on a trick play a wideout as QB. Why not a kicker also? Channeling Garo.
So at first in the playoffs, football style, the scores were more like a baseball game. Hence a bold prediction made for one end of such a contest, of 37-10 — only 3 or 7 then 10?
Still, when the Super Bowl neared, there were many times killer quarters, in games that should have been tight and defensively fought, had them largely decided by halftime. But then in the last of the lategoing, games were not languishing, but decided in the last seconds. More two-minute drills that went on for about ten.
When the man of the hour or day was entering the building, he wore flamboyant striped garb befitting a zebra, rather than a Bengal tiger, (so a lower case B? Something tells me that PETA could weigh in on this. Or that nun I know who interestingly mis-called her favorite team the Beagles. But why do we even need such nicknames? Doesn’t the name of a city count as enough? Can’t we just say, rather than the Washington football team, D.C. and leave it at that. Or the Politicos? But in reverse with soccer, the Team NL could be the National League squad.
So more suspicious quarterback conundrums were to follow, from those who could be in a quagmire of the righteously disgruntled, but Mr. Stafford had the last laugh.
So how do you know if you’re a redneck? As in a pro football QB. Of the 40-or-so (magic number) players on the roster, 25 are Cousins. Just kidding.
But Brady and Rodgers. Who will most likely go the way of Favre? More than once? But the luck of Rodgers against San Fran has been like a sifting search for a 49er gold result.
Better than beer …
From a-tight-end-other-than-Gronk, Cooper’s Kupp, my man’s pick for best at that position, was indeed overflowing in the bowl of bowls, as he made a passing attempt at running with the ball after the catch.
Fitting to a tee? The Titans had a record 91 players on their roster in the past season, so Adrian was not an anomaly. But I owe Mr. Peterson an apology, from a previous post, where I meant to wish him good luck in all future football endeavors, but was clumsy with the wording. The comparison extends, like a third broken tackle on a running play, as the Titans director of player personnel was sought for Minnesota general manager job.
Before the Super Bowl was even a memory, there had been nine assistant coaches hired by the home teams. Guess eight is not enough. And in Hudson, Super Bowl time taxi fares, between sports bars, had an hour wait.
So don’t rap on the rap, and stay for this halftime show that was among the most popular, even when not having the featured dancers give their typical twist and not have a wardrobe malfunction.
There was a massive delivery special offered by Jersey Mikes, just for the game, but does the shop on The Hill make it all the way through North Hudson to the turf of Big Guys BBQ — are their NFL home team marketplace rules?
Now I’m backpeddling, this was the Super Wild Card Weekend, and not the Minnesota Wild, and it had six games with right in the middle, Jan. 16, one sporting a vexing total of allowing just 66 yards in a key defensive category.
The Longest Yard(s) were seen during final football three minutes, and went all the way until last call and past, a span of at least 20 minutes — but the quarterback couldn’t spike ball after a poor run, so that last 14 seconds expired, and the game ended.
In a game where it was 14-0 with 11 minutes left in the first half, Brady abruptly throws a completion to Brate. And then there was a screen shot(s) of all those hair styles, more than a dozen, that Brady has gone through in his 44 years as a pretty boy. You would think they’d do that with supermodel wife Gisele.
But in another game, Matt Jones would finish his blockbuster night with (insert the racheting up scoring by the opposition) … prematurely 1:49 left, and that almost gave way to a loss.

— The frosty froth flailed forward, as a deep mid-February cold (for your beer that’s green or otherwise) led to a milder St. Patrick’s Day and first day of spring, kinda merged into one. Lot of takes melded into one, so see it under Uncategorized —

With a name like The Garage Bikes and Brews, you should know what to expect from this new and retooled celebration of St. Patrick’s Day, and lets add it spans the globe to embrace three different continents.
There is the unique combo, creatively speaking, of a cart carrying Mexican food, mostly, at the River Falls venue on Thursday, with just a wee bit of Irish fare being, of course, the more traditional for this day. Gotta say, they’re worlds away, across the seas … but giving the best of both worlds, including spicy or not so much, just the right amount of zest. So give some TLC to the TLP Taco Truck, when visiting it for this event, one of many that are held by it on occasion in conjunction with The Garage, in this case running from 3-7 p.m. The Garage Bikes and Brews, housed on Cedar Street, is well situated for often also, having events driven by trekking in cycles on its wide-ranging resume.
But for St. Patrick’s Day, music is provided by Bryan Anderson. He has done multiple recordings in Nashville, and is known as an up-and-coming act, the kind we like to feature. Salute him with a Guinness?
Along those lines, since this is St. Patrick’s Day, if you say to the guys at The Garage, that you found out about this on HudsonWiNightlife, you’ll get $1 off a pint (Irish term) of beer, so don’t forget to mention us.
Also in River Falls, around the same time frame, there is a potato soup — not necessarily just pub — crawl for the best such dish, and we will find out, indeed, just how many ways you can make spuds into a meal. There is more to this day then just corned beef and cabbage.
The 517 in downtown Hudson gives a new twist to that old favorite, the Rueben sandwich, by making it a triple decker, complete with fries for $14.50. That last flavorful bit reminds me of the other night in downtown New Richmond when amidst the loud hip-hop on the jukebox, I spotted on the tube a pro wrestling star who would have been more akin to subtle Irish ditties, called Sheamus. The name is like a longtime whimsical columnist for the Twin Cities Irish Gazette. But this Sheamus has a manager all ready to mix it up who looks just like an Old School potato farmer, with such an AC/DC-like hat to go. Very blue collar but a green theme. Like the rumblings I’ve heard about The 517 are about a contest there with the best server boasting a unique style and getting a perk, based on your judging.
That brings us around to Paddy Ryan’s Pub in the town of Hudson, which now is calling itself also a Boxty House, (try this version out!) and in addition to all the usual fare of this day and night, you can wash it down with an offering of 35 different brands of Irish whiskey and other such spirits from the island, in a shot or tumbler, and quite a few ethnic brews as well as the usual American. And check out also, such fare at their new location in River Falls.
The Wild Badger in New Richmond also has multiples of both DJs and shot-girl-served drinks — do you get more than one Irish-type redhead? — on Thursday night, although you might have to pinch a few pennies for the favor, and on the next two nights there are the bands Tim Sigler and Varsity Rejects.
So the status and offerings, this time around, of the Shamrock proud parade-and-the-like-festivities was the talk of the town in New Richmond earlier in the week. It will go on this year, at the usual time and place.
There is more to do on this day, that also throws non-traditional into the mix.
A woman checked out some beverage items, and the logical conversation piece was, whatcha doing for St. Patrick’s Day? Staying in rather than fighting the crowds, and having a brunch that starts with biscuits and gravy and eggs. The clerk responded in like manner, adding that she needed to work the next morning at 9, which she conceded is not that early .. but once the Irish get going, (the night before) …
A New Richmond clerk had green hearts on nine fingers counting thumbs, but not the ring finger, as she was all thumbs while being barren of such accessorizing … and a big green hat to match. On a poster on the wall was a man model for clothing, who had the same singular style of a faux ring finger — but this time it was on that digit as the only one, with a cross.
The wee ones are not to be left out, as their PJs were on special at certain stores, and there were green shirts of all limerick, especially childrens’ ditties to go with lots of styles.
These are odder bedfellows than the often-held bed races at parade, shown by a non-Caucasian and thus not Irish lad way back on March 5, sporting a totally sparkly hat.
Around that time, on one side of the street were three four-leaf clovers on a hanging plant stand for spring, where you would find U.S. flags and plenty of them just over three months from now, and for now they are next to a green fire hydrant, not flaming red.
Across the street is an Irish blessing on a doorway, weighing in at over 40 words, much like that song 40 by none other than the Irish band U2. Or one could say that particular doorway message had, by the numbers, a good half of the 95 thesis, to get a bit Lutheran on this largely Catholic holiday.