I will now offer a running or should I say marching joke of more than, see the headline of the post below, “Gee, a wee bit of McGee,” about Upper Midwest parades that glamly bleed Irish green — going both east and west statewise from the Twin Cities. So you could call this a “yarn,” another four-letter word. I don’t know if posted inside the Irish Gazette, which I contributed to, publisher Brooks found a way to get around to this yet, or if he for sure will because of multiple health considerations that go way past what most humans face, and that’s a huge statement, but he took special effort to pen a piece about a parade that rivals what you will see crowded into St. Paul. This being set in of all places sparse South Dakota, I think in Sioux Falls — Fargo too was mentioned — but regardless, it should soon be in his online edition of the Gazette. (Both versions include all things Irish you need to know. And this website, too, is packed with more St. Pat’s info, some of which you can already see below.)
This parade-and-more data, broadly, amazes me, along the lines of what you’ll see written on this site and hopefully also in the Gazette, because these places that are like River Falls and New Richmond in western Wisconsin, even if lacking the tens of thousands in their metro area — if they even have a metro area — still have lineups that will see thousands lining the streets to watch. Dressed all in green and seeing, parading in front of them, more green, of so many shades it approaches gold, on the streets themselves. Shamrocks and such will put parades of other holidays to shame.
So if you are in Minneapolis, boring on St. Pat’s Day as opposed to St. Paul, and don’t want to stay put too far, consider straying and making a road trip east or west — whether it takes mere minutes or several hours, as I freely make comparisons. Forego foraying north or south, and then there’s North versus South Dakota, so Iowa and the Iron Range loose out.
OK, I will now name my man that started this, being my charade written in a department inside this website, of words running on, because it is oh so Irish. His name is Fenn.
And the referenced names of O’Connor and O’Connell, as a lettered postlude past The Story of O, start with six. And as I also referenced four-letter-words — beginning but not ending with my main doorway, but no, not backdoor man — the band Motley Crue, embodying both lengths, and led by musician Nikki Sixx, although it could be Thin Lizzy. And is there not an Irish name Sinn? And between those first numbers, namely five, there are those in “music lover,” in both its words, and one of those is the just shorter Fenn, who is forever tied in my mind to Dibbo. The “icon rock club,” more letters that are four invoked, after five and six.

But where does all this health consideration stuff weigh in? The wife of Brooks known as Mary Sue, his editor, has penned a big part of her stroke of a journey — I’ll let it speak for herself, as the first-person story is on the newsstands now via the Irish Gazette — and she is the Distinguished Irish Woman of the St. Paul parade. The other half of this regional “power couple,” five and six letters again, has kept himself as busy with being a caregiver to her, as he has been putting out the latest Irish paper edition. Just as much, Brooks said that on the production end of things is something he has not seen in 37 years in his position — for you newbies that goes back as far as Reagan and Carter, more six letter words — were woe after woe, and he really feels for the guy he’s worked with for that long who had now been working away as best he could through his own health difficulties, minute by minute, to do more than a journeyman’s job. It seems for Brooks and Crew, more such letters, although not complaining, one health problem after another confronts them. And has in one form or another, for years.
That is the short story of where you will find what, on holiday parades and the like, in both of our publications, whether in print or online. (More of my stuff was supposed to get in, there as well, but ended up getting axed because the number of pages were cut in half. So from a selfish standpoint, this is a guide on where to find my posts.) And the Irish Gazette is on the stands all around the metro, and will soon include the Hudson area, after my nap, as your starting point to this journey — even though you are reading about the ideas first in the instantaneousness of being online.

A last way to salvage my “bad dad joke” online, inside material. River Falls until 2020 had bed races as part of its annual Irish extravanganza. Many of the each-room hospital kind. Can they adjust neck versus leg height from the tile floor, or pavement, for reason of comfort or competition?
My dad has had to shift nursing homes, and that’s no joke. And not funny. But what is, is the (back)story of simply making the bed you sleep in, as in you have to possess one to make it. Where he was, the bed came with the (astronomical) price. Where he is going to, provide your own. Or rent one of there’s, for a daily rate that rivals what you’d pay monthly for apartment rent. To defray? Go through Medicare or Caid? Go figure. To arrange for one — in what should not be rocket science to have one where you can raise your feet, as opposed to the rest of you, different in their provision — you might be on the phone for hours with someone from a country where most people sleep on a mat on the floor. Shifting your voice that no one will hear or understand anyway, from one operator to the next. And the supervisor is out until April.
The ending joke to this rant? If mom and dad invest enough money to get the Gonzo 5000 version hospital bed, they could recoup their costs by winning the River Falls bed races in all categories — including the appearance one, as my stringingly-legged old dad is still as attractive as myself his son, and that’s non-jokingly an ouch, although we just did the joint photo-cover-shoot for Bed-Ridden Quarterly — but wait, that would require further investment in time travel, as the races became deceased in 2020! All full 5000 circa 2020? More four-letter words.

In both River Falls and New Richmond, although 20 miles apart south to north, as you well know, the many thousands in their populations will be matched in number only by those on their main streets — even if not termed so — on St. Patrick’s Day, which itself goes basically by one name, to become one with the Irish and those who wish they were. So they’ll be mashed, as in McGuinnessed, so close together that they need to rub elbows while trying not to spill beer. Like at that old club in Hudson that people still ask about, like just yesterday, Dibbo’s, run for many years by a guy named McGee.
And running the trek up and down county highways, the G and A and UU or V — although exit from E as it goes only east-west in western Wisconsin, there are venues between, with parades and potato chowder contests. Such include the ghost found-in-a-strip-mall of the past Paddy Ryan’s Pub in the matchingly bigger town of Hudson, as it’s now located in River Falls. And go tinier in Mary’s Corners in Erin Prairie, the epitome of a small and cozy neighborhood Irish Pub in an even smaller town. Don’t dilly dally on your drive, and thus don’t forget squeezing in Meister’s in Boardman, which is not only offering the usual Irish-American fare, but the more rare corned beef chowder (see below), which is described at length online as being tinged with bacon and dijon mustard, although we don’t know the exact recipe on County A, the highway this time. The server agreed about the novelty of the ingredients, although needing a little prodding. This is not the soup-style of many an Irish stew — and I’d be lamb-basted if I did not lament about its lamb, forego the regular beef — or fish or seafood chowder and/or all those many other corned beef-based combos, although you can find them also, if you go hard online, by looking for the aforementioned soup. You won’t even find corned beef chowder listed, exactly, among the 27 most favorite Irish entrees. But its also recommended to try this main one, and all of the above, with soda bread or brown bread dressed in butter, too.

Back south at the St. Croix-Pierce County Line, in River Falls, being joined virtually at the hip will also be the case.
“By the time it’s noon, it will be shoulder to shoulder in here and you won’t even be able to get in the door,” said a bartender at Johnnie’s, which was also known originally as The Linehans, and is an Irish pub. The server then rushed off to pour a two-dollar beer for a pack-them-in pre-St. Patrick’s Day patron. On The 17th itself, and 18th too, they will offer free corned beef and cabbage on local hard rolls while it lasts, and they are sure to make a lot, as this part of the event, like the total picture, sells itself. So no need to charge for it. Specials on Irish whiskey and other drinks also will be offered, with stained glass windows as a backdrop.
The bartender said that on this day, like a select few others in town each year, people can buy a wrist-band-type-thing and take themselves and their drinks to the streets, and be allowed to roam more sidewalks and enter other venues to look for — more leprechaun-type things for possible prizes? And they will have music also, Irish themed and otherwise, starting early at 2 p.m.
In addition they call it, for the lucky, the Get Lucky Leprechaun Hunt, and there are many more than a wee allotment. Fifty-plus numbered “leprechauns” are currently hiding in businesses across River Falls. You have March 1-17 to find at least 30 of them. Bring your completed entry (available at all 50 or maybe even 55 locations) to Veterans Park on Sunday, March 17 between 1-5 p.m. for your chance to win $500, $300 or $200 in local gift cards.
But wait, the same prize numbers await for the potato soup crawl, described below. But you must vote.
No purchase is necessary at any locations, for both, but certainly welcomed. That’s how these businesses approach their pot of gold. It’s open to all ages, not just Guinness drinkers.
Here are the rules (condensed): The leprechauns are hidden across River Falls, not limited to downtown or retail locations, but don’t look too hard amidst the nearby clover fields. Each location will have a green leprechaun sign on their front door, or window, letting people know they are participating.
The leprechauns are on big, bright green cups and on them bear the look of the leprechaun pictured for the event, complete with their signature and dominating mustache. The cups are 16 ounces, for holding your favorite Irish draft, and have a number on which to look listed to the right of it. Put your business name on it … duh.
“For example, if you are in business ABC and find leprechaun #4, you will write ABC next to #4 on your card,” the rules elaborate.
Find at least 30 of the leprechauns, that’s about half, and write the correct business names next to their corresponding numbers on the card.
Return to Veterans Park, not quite like a trek up a castle’s hill, at 6 p.m. for the drawing. You must be present to win.
“Please do not share leprechaun numbers with others,” as that would bring bad luck.
A link to all participating locations will be posted.
In a photo for the contest, two bearded men are shown with a medallion-style, like-wooden-coin much bigger than the width of an oak tree. One’s locks dripping down inches from his chin are bright Irish red.
As for the soups to sample, there are about 20 businesses strutting their stuff, from smoked and otherwise corn beef, spicy or not, and bacon potato varieties, and more. You can try them out, and be present to win if a voter, at the same times and places as the leprechaun hunt. You must stomach at least ten to be eligible for cash cards.
“It’s free to participate and you don’t even have to (sign up to) enter,” said spokesperson Mei Mei Abdouch, of the River Falls Business Leaders group. Her cookie business is located off of Main Street on Elm, but although “quieter,” she said they’ll still expect 1,000 more visitors. There could be several times more than that on the main drag.
The city holiday had been focused in large part around bed races, careening about, until the wheels came off in 2020, when the River Falls Area Chamber of Commerce and Tourism Bureau pulled funding. Apparently there was no room left at the inns those came from. Other city events, most notably the River Dazzle spectacle, had featured a parade, but any St. Patrick’s Day version has long since fizzled.

That is anything but true about New Richmond. Their popular long-annual parade, with people by the many hundreds several deep along the wide-sidewalked route complete with curbside bump outs for seating, careens for several blocks through the city, bending abruptly westward and happening past McCabe’s Shamrock Club. They again this year are featuring a food cart outside, and it is of ethnic varieties that expand beyond Irish, like last time around in River Falls with a venue featuring Mexican food. The exact menu is still to be determined. (The same is true with the publicizing of fare at Paddy Ryan’s Pub and Boxty House back down in River Falls, located in the midst of the madness, although it is sure to feature some of its annual favorites. Guinness specials, of course, and other drinks such as Irish whiskey discounted. They continue their venture into new territory, with a band on Saturday evening. Paddy’s Pub doing its take on P.D. Pappy’s.)

Less costly at McCabe’s …
But also, we toast McCabe’s, as there can be brews for as little as $1.25 and also featuring Johnny “Blood,” McNally Red Ale. Also offered is the more newly added World Whiskies Awards Ireland Blended Winner named Red Locks, from Brooklyn Park, a triple distilled over-the-course-of-four-years all in Ireland, curated blend using four different casks, available also at a rarity for even western Wisconsin, a drive-through liquor store open until midnight. A sign on the door between the main pub and the drive-through shop reads Cead Mile Fance, so very Irish. Another says, The parade starts here, (at 4 p.m. Sunday), and above it are five photos of such parade, (which began in 1977), one showing a tall man in the middle, and there’s another showcasing a such lad up closer to the tall ceiling. The parade lineup is in order of arrival, outside McCabe’s at 3 p.m. Also along the wall: Guinness celebrating 200 years in America. And then: Brewed For The Lucky.
And the original proprietor does not go unsigned, and she as an Irish lass parlays praise in a pair of photos for her namessake, founded back in 1944, (theme here?) Nearby, the walls are shared by two opposing shamrocks, large and small, and to frame the time, there also sits a pix of the biggest watch you’ll ever see, longer than a leprechaun’s wooded leg.
Up the street, also Irish, near the parade starting point, is Nootz and Oz Pub, which a few months ago added on the south wall of the building a big mural — like the smaller ones shown on the sidewalk bump outs — the length of two ten-yard lines as a sports bar, depicting the varied history of New Richmond.

We have seen a complete absence of workable policy solutions for the Mexican border crisis, so how is this for a plan — put our heads together with people in our local communities as a whole, and subgroups such as the churches and even strapped charities that have always born the brunt, and also government agencies and businesses and housing authorities, and even individuals working individually, to develop a comprehensive plan (government term) to accept immigrants into our society workably when they inevitably arrive here, as they are sure to keep acoming to chase the American dream. It hasn’t gotten much REM sleep lately, as the thus-named band will tell you, in so many more ways than one. So stay awake (rather than going for broke, with WOKE.) Help them to go for the gold that has of late become tarnished bronze. Little glimmer of silver here. Do they have that as well as the long-sought-after gold in Mexico? And do they get to keep the gold that falls, like Americans, when Coming To America?
How to help them leverage such an advantage, when they get to The States, from the provinces?
Maybe we will welcome in someone who will become the next Lady Gaga.

— Sometimes on analogy or analysis, or argument or metaphor, can be taken too far.
As possibly in the post that appears at bookkends to this brief. Imagine, possibly, that you can only accept the immigrant so far.
Can you stick too many people in a room too often, to keep none on the street? Or slash your profits too much, to save the poor?
I really think not. But …
Take these two examples as metaphor.
And place virtually all things on a continuum, albiet on the far upper end. Is that too far left?
How you ever seen the silly sovereign citizen video clips? Yes, of course, question authority and how it is allowed to rule over you, but make your stance logical. For after all, there always has to be a ruler. Even if he or she wields a ruler like a nun. Sorry about that, but there can never be a real thing like anarchy. Because some overlord will always rise to the top, and then … there is a ruler! And layers of sub-rulers, even if under him as minions. Power can never be shared equally.
And, who actually eats eight servings of veggies, even if a vegetarian devoid of consuming meat? Or what, four f—— kinds of an even fave fruit? I don’t know anybody who even hoards that much junk food, much less commonly consume a couple of sticks of carrots. This is merely an ideal, to keep in mind, obviously, and not be removed and made a Piece Of Mind, but in realization that is just not practical or doable. Are you listening Bernie Sanders? —

But to use a cliche, we all have to roll up our sleeves and sacrifice from our relatively greater wealth, perhaps sell the cloth that is saved, then donate those few sheckles, (since as many migrant workers know, a ragged T-shirt, even when it was worn by WASPs, is better than no shirt at all.) At an hourly rate of a migrant worker who would launder those for us, one piece at a time, and piecemeal just might win the game if enough pieces are conserved and converted. And that may be the rub.
So there can be, say, seven ways to win it, the total of all the sums. With a creative mind opened sevenfold. But there are also seven deadly sins, and seven sacred and verily scary roads to hell. So, each individual action and effort and ability mounts and is magnified, for good or evil. There is no such thing as: Just one passibly bad legislative bill, or excusing yet-another housing denial that could be avoided by restructuring a security deposit, or low-pay jobs for which people could be better trained with the price of, in time and fees, one less trip to the golf greens, or not teaching a second and related skill to such employees who thus might be given more to do than shoot the breeze if not the (busy?) boss who won’t delegate, as profit ebbs if the lone task of said employee idles for a time and kills productivity, or wisdom in shrugging off the advice of retirees or refugees who have been in the working-world trenches and can teach management a better way …
So I will offer some practical solutions, if not food for thought as even that can help the surge of refugees. Since maybe it is the piggyback, added idea, so share it even if you don’t actually volunteer, you have that could cumulatively thrust us past the rule of sevens to aid our fellow humans. For eight is not enough, when it comes to the outdated ideals of those TV-touted times that need some alteration by even lawmaking amendment — or re-establishment of their few positive principles.

What if we did this with housing more refugees and especially families, even if at the rather slight expense, by comparison, of individual comforts: Let more of them in some apartments then is usually allowed by things such as code, to live together in love if not luxury. Yes, maybe that bedroom only has enough room for what’s prescribed to be two people, but a bit of room on a couch, for a third, is better than than such on a dirt floor in the desert. Or add a get-away-from-the-rest nook, it need only be the size of a bathroom, aside of the front apartment door entry. And another tucked in the corner beside something they don’t often have in the Mohabi, a microwave? Little kids can play for a while with little dolls in some fairly little places. And just provide a distance between them and mom and dad, and siblings.
Other things could also be in the mind of building planners, such as to make rooms just-even-a-bit-if-budget-stretching big enough to give options for using partitions (decorated with what would be wall hangings?) and things like bunk beds to make more living space for just a few other people to live, and share the rent. Even a great big throw rug can provide the illusion of being a buffer. And where some of us reside, the party and gathering rooms and patios, are often ending up virtually empty despite their great big spaces, so maybe just issue a “pass” that has a time limit for their use to spread the wealth around, so to speak. And defuse the severe housing need, refugees included and at the forefront.
I know, not many people would be tolerant of making apartment buildings become nearly mere crammed dormatories, but there is a greater principle. And it can be made practical by when needed and not pages in length, sprinkling in limits here and there, and giving refugees and others appeal options that are straight-forward and cut through red-tape. Is it really that important if your pet be a such-is-now-needed certified service animal, or if say, merely a tiny stay-at-home dog who gives you therapeutic comfort but yips a bit when you’re hurting from war wounds and worse. That call should not need to be made by religiously reading through several paragraphs of information, and then cross referencing to other paragraphs in other places.
Also, there are few better places to relax than in an easy chair plopped in the back corner of the back (or front) entryway to stairwell(s) leading into your very building. So make use of them. Really, wouldn’t you like to share it, for just a little time, time at a time?

I have no doubt that most migrant workers head south for the winter, where unlike Snowbirds they mind (or should I say mine) the greener pastures, literally, as they need to keep on working. No vacation for these guys, and gals.
But you know what? Like a motel maid who becomes very familiar with the rooms she (or he) cleans, and their nooks and crannies to arrange them faster, there is an advantage to an employer to have a worker who knows the drill, literally, and you don’t have to fill in the blanks with regularly recurring newbies, even if you take the stance that manual labor does not require much time for you to get them up to speed. They still need, for instance, to know what cleaners to use on what surfaces, to save your capitalist costs. In our materialistic society you buy boatloads of those that do not duplicate each other, to be used on every imaginable surface, and of any strength. (As a counterpoint, a bartender friend said she can go a long way with one jug of basic bleach.) And even Lenin’s housekeepers, and I’ll bet he had them, I’m sure needed to quickly learn a nurse’s corner.
So even if not a tree or vegetable hugger, you have to see that when plucking the peppers off the field you own, there is an advantage to not keeping on with a need to keep on, come spring and its basic training. Get it to having no training required. So to get the same workers coming back year after year, why not give a travel voucher, even if its used from Mexico. If you can manage a farm and its hundreds of acres (that’s most all of them these days), you can figure out with banker help maybe, how to encrypt such a voucher for only travel use. And even set it up for food use, and not traveling steak, that’s low-cost and healthy, like what they harvest — sans cheeseburgers. I get that farmers as owners, especially the non-corporate kind, don’t make much money either, but maybe you could get them as far as Kansas City? Then hop a train? Every bit helps, like a half of a hot pepper on a sandwich.
It’s not just charity. It could be good business.
What about allowing migrants more of another basic US experience, that of the fitness club. Yeah. It has to ache, picking crops all day, bending over and lifting constantly, and could it be that your workers would be more productive with the knots out of their back, come the next morn and go at it in renewed fashion. Again, choose activity options that are mostly based on such relief, if your business has short funds, and forego the actual racquetball?
And if you really want want to perk up your profits, learning from those in the trenches who know a thing or two, maybe mandate that your managers once in a while hang out in the hot tub to gather with those who do the food gathering, bonding in a good and human way.
How bad is that ache? Things and technologies and such may have evolved, but I was thinking this on a recent trip back to the same abode, where harvesting peppers was the thing: The workers would lie flat, I’m guessing, as best they could on what was much like a pallet, then grab from in front of them as they inched along. That’s an ouch. You don’t do it anymore when you’re pushing retirement age, if you can afford to, so maybe then you could just drive the tractor-type unit that makes the whole apparatus go. So … what if, and maybe come now its all been done before, install a button that would replace what you’re yellin’ for. The picker could hit it if he was about to miss a few big ones, a message for the driver to slow down the pace for a moment. So everyone is grinnin’ as the picker wouldn’t have to rush as much, the tractor driver has a more vital purpose, and the farm owner gets a better profit margin, even if just measured per pepper. All this, hypothetically, just because you invested in a few (Old School) buttons to hit. This chastisement from a blogger who has not yet established even a donate or subscribe button, and to those who have clamored, yes they are coming when my IT guy is done with a long lunch, so it’s literally, do as I say not as I do. That’s a bigtime music commonality, too.
Lastly on the subject, and this could really keep the crews coming back to you for decades, not the other guy down the dusty farm road, set up a small college fund for their kids — who might be working on the same fields too unless attending summer school, so more money for you since you’re making this measure — to be fully redeemed after a given number of years of consecutive service. The parents might not be able to go back to school themselves, but this could be just the ticket to enabling their children to — and let’s just go ahead and call it this — have a better life.
To go one step further, if I have not overtaxed you already, what if a big-business farmer would also become a landlord — another chore I realize — and build better-than-barracks housing units for his employees, and thus retain total control over their building template (and they usually do have them) to make them best for the migrant families they have come to know, or should have. See above for things like room size.

All these things need to be allowed by reshaping existing rules and codes and laws, and they need not be exactly the same in every town — although that can create a slippery slope to work in or on — and a determining factor might simply by the sheer income and other means city by city. Thus, creativity and flexability could be keys here, but they need a proper framework within to work. And these things would likely have a price tag, but more than that just require say, more feet on the floor to provide service, occasional quick compliance checks and yes, security. So collaberation between all sorts of entities and individuals would be a must, as so often they run on a parallel course but do not intersect to work as a team. So a by-product of all this, for business and profit margin, might be weeding out some unneeded duplication of tasks.
So in floating my craft as a writer, did I miss the boat on these topics as I swim upstream? Should I go jump in the lake? Or did I defend those who “would sell my soul for water. Nine years of breaking my back …”

Where there is a burger, especially if there are close to a dozen burgeoning, there is a battle. And though not necessarily moving into overtime, these like other contests usually do not play out with a winner until late in the game.
That’s doubly true when two or more buns are, well, abundant. To warm your late-winter cackles, like chili feeds often do. And you might find some of that on top.
To wit, Hop N Barrel in Hudson has hosted its all-February burger contest and accompanying crawl, not wrapping up until the end of the month. Their craft beer creations typically are part of a sandwich package that includes burgers from all around restaurants in the downtown and just beyond in Hudson, and if you try out a majority of them you can vote to help pick a favorite, and win something for yourself too.

— And oh, there is a burger battle in River Falls too. Not as many joints but — as in butt steak — you are required to hit them all. This the cooly confrontational over the best catsup and condiments and more, and you can veto the Vine Ripe variety, goes through the 29th, just like of note, the ending date of the largely similar Hudson version. But south, they list four different types of things you should look for, contest categories, only starting with flavor. So as a plus, completing your approach, presentation is important, and you gotta appreciate a well-placed pickle. —

But the “more local” entry that caught my eye was from what I tap as among the tops in this area, Hudson Tap, and you can get it for just $14.75, for both beverage and burger and beyond. Longtime bartender here and elsewhere, including a gig in the Gopher State, Amanda says it best … “yeah, it’s really tasty.” She immediately gave me a menu of singular focus.
It said the Burger Battle Burger boasts two four-ounce ground chuck patties, smoked gouda, tomato bacon jam, truffle aioli, arugula, tomato and red onion on a grilled pub bun with seasoned skin on fries, for this winter season. It is paired with a Hop and Barrel Zorro Rojo amber lager.
I had also seen the burger’s description, and its name and number on the wall, as in the bathroom, where as I looked above the sign on the sink I met a man who knew a thing or two about such endeavors. He hailed from Minnesota, then having moved to Hudson, and has tried his hand at two different games hosted by Hop N Barrel, a place he quickly grew to love.
One was a contest that he won with barley, but by more than barely, by using a creative cupcake formula, and the other was making soap from such brews. Two very different approaches, like dark vs, IPA, same result.
Or you could try the Big Ben Burger at Bennett’s Chop and Rail House — you get the rub and not on beef — along with for you two state-area-affictienatos a Minnesconsin named brew, as you will have to make a run to try out more than one variety of hamburger and fixings, to meet contest requirements. Then move on down the block, or up a side-street …
*** Such as Post American Eatery, which also won as just announced, the recent Hudson Hot Air (Sippin’) Affair with a drink that championed vodka-infused marshmallows. Not mushrooms. For those, a breaded and fried portobello, you’ll have to visit there for the Burger Battle which features — theme here? — blackberry chili jam and BBQ sauce on a three-quarter-pound hereford, not the full cow, but impressive none-the-less.
So, you have until Two Minutes Until 12:01 on March 1. So march out to get such merch from local restaurants, bar and grills, and other sandwich-style eateries. Then a victor will then be crowned, via Hop N Barrell itself, on March 5, complete with more giveaways to contestants.
And then, until then, for the rest of this weekend, this is the as-so-often-stated planner: They had The Luck, playing at Ziggy’s Hudson, on the rare back-to-back nights in mid-February, (with songs that if not original music, had an original quality, to be described later), to follow if you are lucky The Nathan Hansen Band on a mid-month Friday, then Pop Syndrome the night of the 23rd, followed by Them Pesky Kids for a return-to-the-Hudson-area engagement. All of this after, if you are a celeb-encounter-freak as described in a post below, the cabin fever event in New Richmond that featured an in-costume, indoor mini-golf tourney — it matters how you look not how you putt, they say — there is no truth to the rumor that as in their take in GQ-type fashion, they had the fashion-plate, noted-for-such-putting-toward-the-green-in-pants pro Payne Stewart in attendance. Knickers not there! So that might be porn anyway.
And for The Luck, their covers were described as having a Pink Floyd-type vibe, by a new bartender, even after I described them as having a quality that’s far beyond, to enhance their psychedelic-stylings. (We’d talked about covers of a couple of Minneapolis-based bands — but I had to pick one — and I think prominent on The Avenue was The Gin Blossoms, or was it The Wallflowers, with their humble humility shown also.)

It was the weekend before Valentine’s Day that the snow finally and fully disappeared from the evergreen branches outside my apartment, where it had been laying thicker than a bird’s nest since slamming us the prior weekend.
It had caked my head as well on Wednesday, when I was caught outside for more than just a couple of blocks.
I’d looked at the forecast and saw a prediction that temperatures would be near 50 degrees as a high, and since I’d been doing laundry and all my jeans were still damp, I donned of all things a pair of shorts for my walk as the sun was dipping.
The jaunt proved daunting, and the weather doomed my bare legs.

— If you want a quick fix, as in sharing a glance or even a hello, with your fave player, things could be getting either more or less difficult. We’ll make a quick call involving Kirill. He now has bought a residence, not holed up in an intentional way in a flat, and his English skills are getting better at even a far greater current rate than that of hat tricks — and that’s saying something. So talking a bit of hockey, hey how ’bout the Penguins who are found on ice also, would be easier. But uhm no, he’s been said to be dating someone, seen together with a Russian model, though likely not in St. Paul. And where did some Wild players go for the NHL all-star break? Not too many stayed in the Twin Cities or its (wide-ranging) vicinity, unless braving the cold for a day or two if so compelled. But Toronto? And there could be Replacements, from the partly closed and small circuit of cool local clubs, where people can get to know people in our small burgs, as this is Minneapolis, etc.
To wit, AP or as he is called AD, can do more than rush the football to record-setting levels, as with the Vikings. He even hit a home run in a Texas, his first home base although he wanders, celebrity contest around the time of the Super Bowl, so he’s still got it and that is from the killer workout routine that comes with such ADHD abilities, as I cited. He too just can’t stay away from the game(s). But in Vegas, where most things stay, he was seen being stumbly after the Super Bowl and after a night of partying, to build my case for those who have an unceasing desire to mingle with their fans …
And Zach Parise, too, has said he will call it a night after his fall to Colorado and thus retire, to get back to the home stomping grounds …
And where do stories come from? A two-woman hockey site called BarSides, I think, cited that some info came from being at local dinner with someone who was in the know, close to the situation/team. And another site also has a root word that beckons of bars … where as Blondie said, the people meet. Over shock, or punk rock? —

But even Saturday morning, I saw a gent who must have spent a similar time in the laundry room, as he was walking down the main drag in also, shorts that did not reach down to his knees. This was again, a couple of blocks to the north of the main business area, where The Bees Knees boutique had been selling Valentine’s Day goods earlier in the week. Saw the same shorts when the temps were in the single digits, on Sunday night.
Come that midweek, as mid-afternoon turned to later-afternoon, weather had still be mild. But when the time arrived to be having dinner with your Valentine, the wind and snow had arrived, seemingly out of nowhere.
So went I’d made my entire headway while heading north, and went to wipe off and got to the bathroom mirror, I saw my whole forehead and sideburns and sweatshirt were caked in wet snow, almost to the point of obscuring facial features. I wondered what my lady-friends must have thought when they saw me walk in. I must say I felt conspicuous as I sat at the bar counter and quaffed by beer. When I had walked along, I felt very often a click of my heals as ice throlled up to hit my ankles, now bare.
I recall thinking that during an earlier in the Month-Of-Love windstorm, that same ride on that “Nordeaster” had again come into play, as a sign for a neighboring business, called in part the Northwestern, again dropped to the ground temporarily. It was a victim of the weather rollercoaster for a second time in the past year. And still today, the wind wafts on.
Valentine’s Day-less this time around, I had gone out for a drink by myself. That made me of course a definite minority. But many of those duos, and the occasional trio, were people of the same sex, and they did not look to be getting intimate enough to be gay. So if dateless, go out with a same-sex bud, apparently.
Over in New Richmond, where it seemed the weather was far worse than in Hudson, the young waitress at the local club was well dressed for the holiday occasion, although she was on duty, with the same bright color on both her blouse and pants, hair ribbon and earrings, fingernails and belt. Off of that pattern, though, by wearing off-white shoes the color of my legs. She was appreciative of me complementing her on her pinkness, and spun around cutely and bopped away after thanking me.
I also got thanks from the bartender, a longtime friend of mine, to whom I handed a card that was kind of cheesy, about a supposed “party RSVP” that I dubbed Really Special Voluptuous Person.
The day before, at that place that says love if you are too short on cash for the flower store, WalMart, men were out doing what men do right after work on Feb. 14. If a bit harried and in a hurry.
Don’t they have it in this aisle anymore? I heard this said, or said it myself, at least four times.
I swear it was right here! Did they move all the stuff like it again? From last year?
Look closer, a wise man said to other shoppers, some a bit frazzled.
There were many different versions, and what the end result would be, of “the same old story, all over again. You turn a lover into just another friend …”
It kept coming up, in different store places, Where They Might Have Had Blue Light Specials. But not Lite beer with a similar-color label.
A little girl said to her dad, who looked incredulous, “I know just what mom knows she wants.” They were in the candy aisle, edging toward God know’s what …
A tot and her father in next main aisle over, had much the same conversation.
Then came a heavy-set black woman looking for … what for her man, followed by I much say a much hotter black-haired one also searching, who said she couldn’t find what she was looking for either, and then wandered down toward the checkout counters, then back toward me, then back away again for a few feet .. and then found her candy of choice, a dozen small pieces in a sack.
A last lady also looking, on the far end of the store, said and lingered on the subject that she was running out of time, but apparently not people to talk to.

Rounds of roses are wonderful — and the color chosen will tell what your luck might be even prior to St. Patrick’s Day — but we all love nachos, ask the more current insignia, and you don’t need to order a dozen, as per Hallmark’s usual protocol.
One local venue has on a sign that glorifies it, in part with an ode to The Stones and their regarded rendering, one of dozens, of big-lips-and-tongue-stuck-out. Bawdy with big brawn, on this coming day that celebrates beauty. Thus the Agave Kitchen makes nachos for newlyweds and others, and adds tacos that are advertised as having a prime ingredient going beyond fish, as in calamari, or earlier salmon. Without having to first consult the prime rate.
Then this revelation, as I resolve now, after NYE, to make this recommendation, to make reservations for you and her without any reservation or any resignation or remorse, to engage in downtown Brickstyle Pizza. This stated on their sign on Super Bowl Sunday, perhaps less of a date night, so make your reservations here, before halftime comes, (OK I made up that last part.) But even now, just call them …

— But back to when they were the football ‘aints and there were bags on the heads of the, what I think, fans bored to death as in the Crucifixion season coming, as yesterday was Ash Wednesday, see more gridiron-related goodies below … Yesterday was also V-Day, of course, and thus as well Saints Day, as per Saint Valentine, but not for All Saints in this day, as some can’t make a pass and thus pass the test in their passing yardage for more than a dozen as in roses yards. Drew Brees changed that — like my friend(s) as in Bree could have changed modeling — and considering that he made it such a breeze why could this have been done back before the heyday of Archie Manning took hold … But read below. —

So say it ain’t so, we could go back to when they were known as the ‘aints, as they have not won The Bowl for many years — after being gung-ho for a while midstream. Yes these are the New Orleans Saints, how apparently have a local fan … who tipped us off and tipped his hat, which he then lost after tipping a few, as it set outside the door of The Smilin’ Moose for a while, then got moved to sit atop a parking meter, and back. It made note of the fact that this football “club” was established in 1967, which I think of more as the era of another Super Bowl star, the Packers’ Bart Starr.
Then to cap it off …
So if you accept The Cup — not the Stanley version, as Paul of KISS also — you still can have more pizza-azza by going to the Village Inn, and taking in their Detroit-style pie form. Motor City matters, as per its mascot madman. I think the guy down the street might have been there, as he’s been waving from his pole a Lion’s flag, a team that’s had about as much recent success, prior to this season’s push through the playoffs, as the Saints. But Detroit is still not powerful enough to be called the ‘ions. Got consenants “covered.”
There was set on the side of a Detroit-like truck, a logo of a Bigfoot — who by the way is said to be seen in these parts, read about it here later — of my valentine, since he’s carrying a rose. You local lady said he sounds cool, might like to date him! Similarly, a heart-harkened insignia on another sign, for the Hudson Hot Air Affair, was seen even after its holding. Also offered were ‘ngrats to the state-bound Hudson Dance Team, as the other squads are ingrates? Backers were seen during the HHAA wandering the streets, bearing banners in support of their squad.
In an online ad, there is another scene, of a very leggy blonde woman in a very short skirt who is walking a latenight Saudi street alongside who else but an Arab Oil Shiek, who himself does not seem to have any lacking-clothing-restriction, as he’s really duded up. Check out the song Rock the Casbah, if you think it kosher, for how the two ends Clash.
I also as The Day nears, reference Cosmo and its covers, showing how to among other things fry it up in a pan in regard to bacon while doing it all … And speaking of such, also its message from its ilk to take an oath to “spend more time naked,” although we question the motivations for making such a suggestion, and the degree of value it has in the first place. We guess the line came from a (bit obsessed?) male associate editor. Abject abs as an object anyone?
As per this ad: Two “nuns” wearing skimpy Halloween attire while having hands folded and lips pursed, as this could be right on All Saints Day.
So the new perfect woman, as created by AI and now gracing our brains and putting pressure on our now young girls to look the same way. But what about the new best man? And per our newly annointed and token female, she still needs to be adorned with headgear, just not a hairpiece.
And that ad from a place called Lovesac, on pre-Presidents Day, not the V-Day that name would suggest. But I think Trump got some help from them. Biden abstains.
I also spied two second-story balcony “bears” kissing, above a bar. Like Romeo and Juliet? Beckoning Blue Oyster Cult. Could the pair be bi-polar? Up the block, at Bee’s Knees, you can see the biggest and best sign of them all, using 35 words to say why both she and you are special. Along with a mylar balloon that’s almost half as tall as she is. Nextdoor at another antique shop is — another Bigfoot — wearing a Stars War cap, to be like Chewbacca.

The best price is, of course, zero, as is zilch. Or as this is not zero tolerance, at least with the presence of zeros, (rather than the obligatory 99-cent ending two digits, or at least 49-cent, and that could be the alcohol proof of it also, with the proof in the $1.00 pudding.) So with that said, for me when I’m buying Bud Zero not in a 1.0 liter, or 30-pack, but a 12-pack, I’m looking for something between probably, $9.00 and $10.00. (And there are no 10 packs.) That last stat could play into whether you blow a 0.08 or a 0.10, and get a 10-year term or $10,000 fine.

— Zeros, that number(s) come(s) up again …
At our “group mailbox” of dozens to pick from, but only one your own, I saw a friend trying to access her end with her key. (That went badly one time, but that’s another multifaceted story for later.)
I entered the conversation with my usual bad joke. So did someone send you some money? Damn no, she said, minus the vulgarity, so zero dollars ahead? I don’t quite remember it for sure. Bills, such as like taxes … Lottery winnings? Don’t count your chickens until well after they are past egg stage, and laid to rest and on your BBQ’d or teriyaki’d plate, lemon-butter at Perkins might be cheaper. At this point she was still smiling, but edging way, although quite slowly. It could just be (wishful thinking as per my social-status graces?) because she uses a wheelchair.
But we agreed as one, they that are all those mailings, still end up in zeros, just depends on how many, and if metamorphically. Hopefully you still get at least 99 cents (it’s something), rather than zeros that gain you zilch, of such described. —

So leave it to Total Wine (as in a booze-warehouse-building and if an item exists they have it, with no zeros for inventory) in Milwaukee to change it up on me, put the zero in an odd place and charge $9.09. And at that price, under the ten-dollar-and-zero-cent barometer that’s the usual benchmark for determining sales tax, I still had a tax of $0.55, the same exact figure as in St. Croix County — with its $0.055 percent rate — for a set of cans costing $1.00 in total more.
This was bought at about 10:00:00, or that’s what the receipt tells me, for the store street address ending in two zeros, like their 12-pack price that I had yearned for.
This purchase was made on the morning of Christmas Eve, and I was told that if I’d wait a bit beyond 10 a.m., but not more than 10 hours, I could buy a gift bottle — for around the same price? — and have the recipient’s name engraved for zero dollars. Wouldn’t that make the bottle leak? The store was open on this holiday night not until 9:00 p.m. but rather 8:00 p.m., so 60 minutes more to gift shop elsewhere by its employees. On Christmas Day they’d be open a total of zero hours. Their flyer says, again, sleigh gift-giving. Is that how we create a red-nosed reindeer? But their employees would slay that thought after 8:00.
Down there in beer city, they have that ungodly higher sales tax rate for your brew, compared to pristine (even prissy?) St. Croix County. That is $0.01 more in tax for every $1.00, which becomes a turbo rate at $100 if you pay $10,000. Plus your typical tip of $1.00, and god forbid not $0.00, or meet in the middle at $0.50? And that $0.01 stat comes into play again when taking in the 99 brand of shot-in-a-small-bottle set of liquors — that’s meagerly nearing the $1.00 figure in both price and alcohol proof. So you will pay $.01 less than $1.00 for these.
Then the latest Total Wine coupon, which I even get up here in these parts unknown, offers $20.00 off wine or 10.0 percent off spirits (of a type under 100 proof I’m assuming) for 750.0 ml or larger. (Excludes also items priced higher than $0.01 less than $500.) One wine is named 90, I know not why.
I saw in a commercial a zany bit on zeros where two people, as in one couple, at a bar I’m guessing, quibbled over the $2.00 left, so $1.00 for each person, so again meet in the middle? And who takes care of the added tip of $0.40, if figured at 20 percent?
I also spied at again, $0.01 short of $1.00 for canned fruit at a local grocer, so you get fruit for your cocktail. With an expiration date of … what … practically zero in terms of time. Like 10-year-old fruitcake. OK, that may be stretching it.
In the far more than 100-year downtown, Brick’s Pizza, with longlasting ovens, for the last 1.0 months has celebrated being open for 1.0 years short of 20 years. (More coming on their new V-Day promotion. Zero chance you will miss it, if you act before time zero. Like at Green Mill also, as it will be ground zero before their new sign acometh, zoning in on specials galore.)
At bookends there are all those budding, with sales, Kwik Trip convenience stores, and their non-sale prices for bananas, onions and potatos that started at $0.01 short of 20 cents for one pound, back about 20 years ago, then amped up to such as 30 and 40 and now 50.
Lastly, referring back to the earlier post largely on Wild winger Zach Parise — and I will doubledown on it — he recently turned 1.0 years short of the big 40, and is embarking on his renewed career of 1.0 years short of 20 years. That’s one-half of his life. See more on that in a post below.
And to think I went through this total rehash with you — but I withheld the hash as it is way more than a zero-percenter, if you know what I mean — when you have zero time. But if you are active on the internet … And as such on X, or is it actually 0? XXs and OOs. So as you like it, or don’t, I’ll bet my last penny that when signing that former term, as your name on the sing-it list, that they do not have zero-tolerance for karaoke.
I’ll stop now. Zero chance.

Locust Street well represents authentic historic Hudson, and the Hudson Flower Shop goes back enough decades to fit that decorated bill with its varied and colorful flora.
The business has been a power in flower sales — and you get that mantra by existing before television commercials — on Locust Street since 1946. Most fully mature trees don’t have that long a live span. Shelli Erck is the fifth owner of the store, and one of those here who also teach prominently how to decorate and design, and has been in this capacity with the shop for 28 years. That’s more than one-third of the store’s entire lengthy tenure.
She is taking the lead in putting out their product, and thus promotion, behind the effort called Love on Locust Street. There have been a few other times, over this one, using this same collaboration theme, and her store is the sales force behind the street’s take, with nine stores banding together almost back-to-back-to-back, for what band or such to get your significant other. Or for yourself. (Musically as a mega-concert, of bands? Or otherwise on The Street.)
They say, the nine stores all as one: “Love yourself!! Love someone special!! We have all your pampering needs whether you are pampering yourself or someone special …” Small hearts pasted over each one when you come in. With our without your significant other.

— And for such self-love, in a good way, there is the Arcana Apothecary a half-block down from my apartment building on Hudson’s Second Street that all Sunday (fitting?) afternoon will offer an event heavy on these topics, providing a light through products and their usage involving herbal baths and ritual salts, and my best loved, self-affirmation candles. Called a transformative alchemy. Sounds good to me, by and large, with what they’ve said. See their website for some added information and how to register, and also reference Droplets of Wellness below on this post, as you gotta love it and love you.
And the place nextdoor to me has at work here as a side hustle, so to speak, Sacred Iris Botanicals, and the middle name makes me think of the name of the Egyptian goddess.
And especially if you are a guy, you can (also) treat yourself to a $20 haircut at the called classic barber upstairs, (don’t know about the facial massage aspect and their is no Arcana arcade.) But still, pamper yourself, and thus take care better care of yourself, regardless of your gender. Like with my busy with jobs, plural, bartender friend who I just told on her most crammed-in day, to make sure and book in 20 minutes of downtime simply to veg-out and … just “be” thusly. —

Back to our main store, which also looks small from the street but it’s mighty inside! Way beside smaller plants. Its hard to disagree as some arrangements are the size of full bushes and feature all colors of the rainbow at once, with stems of varied thicknesses and turnings and styles. Vases are of all shapes and bendings, and the flora can spread out way to the side on many of them. Floral arrangements, as examples of what you can purchase, cover the walls up to the ceiling, with hanging plants everywhere, and they use the space to best extent to breathe beauty into all ends of the place. There is more than one aisle to stroll through, with flora-packed sub-aisles within aisles, featuring tiers and layers of counters as you go upward, and what you see changes up as you move — or also linger — and go along. The twinkling lights strung around the higher reaches add to the appeal. This particular use of space doesn’t even include the back areas that are large in size and give plenty of room for the designers to make their creations.
One of them that was being arranged as I talked to Erck had a beautifully artistic look, original in design with a combination of various greenery and deliciously understated bright flowers, that included a wide metal vase that was legitimate gold in color.
“We carry a large supply of fresh-cut flowers, restocking our cooler multiple times through the week. We also have a large selection of greeting cards, gifts, plants and containers,” Erck emphasized. “Our designers boast over 50 years of design experience and Shelli, the owner, is an instructor at The Institute of Floristry in Minneapolis, Minn. We have been designated the people’s favorite florist by St. Croix Valley magazine for the last five years. We take pride in creating a personal experience you can rave about. Our motto is that, We want to be your first choice for flowers in the St. Croix Valley.” I have dealt with the magazine as a writer, and their advice comes well recommended.
The shop feaures a big “cooler” separate area that has the warmth of many flowers, that you can venture into, with a varied greeting card selection alongside. And more and more …
Hudson Flower Shop has a poignant logo too, with a big H and flowery six-pedal design attached alongside.
One of many out of the photos online, shows an arrangement with close to a dozen of distinct types of flora.
The store has a synergy to a very longtime jewelry and diamond store in the same block, and such others including Knoke’s Chocolates, having been there since the year 2000. So there is a full Locust Street promotion that might interest anyone who sees red, in a good way, leading up to Valentine’s Day.
Check out the web site at www.hudsonflowershop.com. And give them a call and see what everyone is talking about, they suggest. People have done so for decades, since before the time phones were a thing. People in those days stopped by in-person. And they can today at Street No. 222.
And visit also, the eight other stores up and down the one main and virtually only block of Locust Street to see their varying kinds of merchandise, in many different categories. They are all part of the promotion that together mainfests the slogan Love On Locust Street. A common theme in all the stores is an extensive and varied inventory, that could be called eclectic, if an overused term. Their flyer lists the street numbers of all the venues in an upper corner, generally going up by only a numeral or two.
An inventory example, from Rose and Lavender: There are all those books, to make for dates that are truly blind, that have there covers closely covered and masked, but just naming first a genre and then three sub-genres — a mystery in itself. Next-shelf, way in the back past tons of other stuff, are big fluffy pillows and a wicker basket beneath, for variety.
These are the other stores, roughly in order: a’ la mode salonspas, Beloved Makers and Company, Post American eatery, BackRoom Vintage, Chapter2 Books, and Droplets of Wellness. As Locust Street shows its nine lives.

You know a chilly but smokin’ and scarfed penguin in this, the land and ice and snow and Coldies, will mean fun that just keeps on ballooning!
That’s the theme mascot, of sorts, for the 2024 Hudson Hot Air Affair, and the multitude of music and tasting has been described in my previous posts but there is even more frivolity that will not fizzle in this, its 35th year of bringing the heat to the air. Newer much warmer weather, and mild wind in western Wisconsin, will likely mean hot air balloons indeed go up. There are burner-borne launches — following up on a space day of moon and Mars at the Hudson Public Library — slated for Saturday and Sunday morning at 7:35 a.m. and Saturday at 3 p.m. Add to that a 7 p.m. torchlight parade on Friday, and a moonglow/field of fire at 6:30 p.m. on Saturday. Winds are forecast to be below the 10 mph threshold for launch, especially Sunday. Just don’t quite know about smoosh-boarding. (The named activities all are at the school grounds at EP Rock Elementary on the hill, except for the downtown parade.)
This music-heavy Affair even features a piano-theme balloon among its dozens, be it plinky or pounding like Tim Grady on the Grand, every early evening this weekend at Ziggy’s Live Music Bar and Restaurant. Other music rocks the whole town also. Penguin mascots love to mingle and dance — and even sample drinks that forget those fishy gars, are far beyond sea water — just not with killer whales, as that scares the wool-scarfed, feathered and flippered ones.
In a newer related event, also in the chilly water, the Hudson Rotary Club goes beyond its killer annual car raffle and jumps in the lake early-afternoon with a St. Croix River Dunk of polar style, at the Lakefront Park beach on Saturday from 1-3 p.m.

— Did I call this polar pizzazz chilly? As the time of this writing update, just before 10 a.m. after a night of checking out the sights and sounds of The Affair, it was hovering around freezing and expected to get several degrees warmer around the slosh-around-in-the-lakefront-or-is-it-a-river time. So they might get even more than their originally expected 200 water jumpers, per my pals at the Hudson Star-Observer, and thus make more than the $100K goal for charity! Great news for all but polar bears. So this event doesn’t have to be a bear for those who are timid, hey even up here in the Great Northwoods And Waters some of us have our limits, (as in Boundaries in our Waters), as per this the sixth annual, actually, event that streams. And in the HSO submitted photo, showing that being-in-costume lives beyond the Friday night torchlight parade, there was a man who looked like a combo of a bear and rocker Jack Black, as this is a HHAA music weekend, and a very much taller likeness of Will Ferrell. And such guys do indeed dress up, be that good or bad, or in-between.
(For occasional updates on the Hudson Hot Air Affair happenings, “shortly” after they occur or are ongoing, see this website’s Notes From The Beat department, listed alongside.) —

To wit, to steel yourself, at the sponsoring dance venues and various others: There will be the Sippin’ With The Hotties Beverage Crawl, with special prices on unique alcoholic and non-alcoholic creations, and you can start but not end with launch-timed bloodies.
All through the three-day event weekend, there’s this connected offering — giving a chance to sip without slippin’ on any newly formed ice — starting with the downtown and then broadening out across the greater Hudson area. Here are the participants: (Vote for your favorite for a chance to win a $50 Gift Certificate.) Visit these participating Hudson restaurants and bars all weekend long: Bennett’s Chop & Railhouse, Big Guys BBQ Roadhouse, Black Rooster Bistro, Buddy’s Bakery, Dick’s Bar & Grill, Grand Fête, Keys Café Bakery & Bar, Lucky Guys Distillery, Post American Eatery, Smokey Treats BBQ, The Cellars Wines & Spirits/Tonka Vodka and Ziggy’s Live Music, Bar & Restaurant.
To lead off the many examples, you may be beholden to the Hotchata drink with rum at Bennett’s, adding peppermint bark (or is it dark), with the first letter partly obscured by a mug handle, as shown on the sign on the wall — actually front window — that says it all. Such overt promotion will get you places not earlier seen with HudsonWiNightlife. There are three other deliciously “creamy” new signs in the area, that “milk” the theme of are you looking for a sign to do or buy something like such a specialty drink, and then the message in front of you that you see, suggested along the sidewalk, is just that sign. “You don’t need no astrology … or ticket to fly with me …” Listen to Ozzy expound, as he knows, having crossed through Hudson many times while touring with OzzFest.
Anyway, over at Ziggy’s, there is a special hawked on the bottom corner of their monthly lineup, on a marquee of bands that may or may not have to do with this not type of Affair, although that event is prompted by a similar and related sign in the upper corner of the same bulletin board. Thus pumped is the Voodoo Ranger Juicy Haze IPA. Given the music theme, at this club and the ballooning extravaganza as a whole, reigning with Purple Haze would also fit, and Sinatra and Godsmack and Jimi again, and Night Ranger also weighs in.
Since just before the new year turned, bartender Joe’s White Russian has been a resolution, and you can buy it with Cutwater Vodka, bringing it up to 13 percent alcohol by volume, and a coffee cream liquor. (Disclaimer: There is no official word on whether the last two drinks have been creations that go specifically along with the Hot Air Affair offering, but they show examples of what you can find and weigh in on. Check out much more, such as mulled wine decked out in a thin bottle with flower at Urban Olive and Vine, and play on with pizzazz as this weekend plays out.)