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Think the ’80s. Think comedic, nostalgic golf. Think St. Croix National anniversary.

Summer is setting, with throwback golf, a music fest and a car show that’s possibly 007 style:
— This 20th anniversary celebration takes you back to well before that time.
The St. Croix National golf club invites you to “grab your balls” and “dress to impress” in full ’80s regalia that would make Rodney Dangerfield proud, at an anniversary event called Gopher’s Revenge slated for Aug. 22. Think argyle, knickers, caps and handsome golf vests. Also consider “See the ball, be the ball.” Especially since another actor in that realm, Bill Murray, has strong Hudson connections that also go way back.
There will be prizes, ’80s themed contests, a raffle and of course beer. There is an 11 a.m. signup or call the pro shop at (715) 247-4200, and format is two-person scramble, (officials at the golf club considered making it a four-person and may implement that next year because you know, the ’80s never go away). Cost is $20 for golf, $20 for half-cart and $20 for lunch and prizes.
— What music and camping festival is in its fifth year and has more than 60 bands on the bill? That would be the Summer Set event, located in where else, Somerset, which goes on Aug. 12-14 and is headlined by Skrillex, Bassnectar and Chance the Rapper + The Social Experiment. (Just added is Atmosphere). The smaller stage has bands with such creative names as those (appealing?) to other senses than hearing, such as Crunchy Kids and Porn and Chicken.
— The British are coming to the street outside Dick’s Bar and Grill on Saturday, Aug. 13, for a total of six hours starting early at 9 a.m. They’re there for the annual vintage British Car Show, and yes, prizes will be given for the best rides.
— This falls into the category of “it’s better not just once in a Blue Moon.” At Buffalo Wild Wings, this trio of “teammates” consisting of Blue Moon-infused favorites was proposed: Blue Moon BBQ wings, Blue Moon bacon and turkey sandwich, and Belgian white ale of the wheat-ale variety, (wait, wouldn’t that be another team member, bread?)

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