A funny thing happened on the way to the wedding (x 2) . . .

Our pets, ourselves
And: Accidents of mirth

DebK of Rosemount writes: “In the past month or so, our corner of Rice County has been the scene of rooftop activities not generally advised for 75-year-old pretend farmers. Taxman’s exertions have been calculated, I understand, to encourage calving of the ice dams that have formed at the intersections of the various rooflines on this old farmhouse.

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There was no chance they’d get tickets. And then: Do you believe in miracles? Yes!

Gee, our old La Salle ran great!
Or: Where we lived

Zoo Lou of St. Paul: “Back in the ’50s, when I was a runny-nosed little rink rat at East View playground who used Life magazines for shin guards and played with a stick held together by nails, I dreamed of going to the high-school hockey tournament.

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When “Field of Dreams” leaves you (still) cold, it’s time for “the heavy artillery”: Game 6, 1991!

Cabin Fever Chronicles (cont.)
Or: It happens every winter

Here, again, updating her recent report, is Ramblin’ Rose: “Addendum: We’re Talking Baseball.

“We thought that surviving the Polar Vortex meant the end of the worst part of winter, but this week’s 8-inch snowfall here on the East Side made it feel as if we would never see spring.

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Sometimes, it’s best to leave the professionals out of it!

Life as we know it

Kathy S. of St. Paul: “Subject: A Dance for Spring.

“On Sunday, I raised a prayer in church for the folks that this year’s Real Weather is ‘getting to’ — because, this winter, we need to remember that We Can Do This. I saw lots of frazzled people at the grocery store on Saturday.

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Take it from Mr. Burns: There are worse things than being a bachelor!

Could be vairse!

The Astronomer of Nininger: “The end of January marks the time of year that Scotch drinkers around the world unite and celebrate Rabbie (Robert) Burns’s birthday — born January 25, 1759. He lived only 37 years, but in that short time gave the world well over 500 poems and songs that we know so well, including ‘Auld Lang Syne,’ ‘Sweet Afton,’ ‘To a Louse’ and ‘To a Mouse.’

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