It takes a village to unraze a village. Pretare must rise again!

Here & There
Or: Life as we know it

Grandma Pat, “formerly of rural Roberts, Wisconsin”: “Over the years, I have learned of earthquakes in many parts of the world, and I have thought: ‘Oh, those poor people.’

“Now it is different. An Italian village where my family has roots has been destroyed. It has suffered three earthquakes. The third earthquake toppled the buildings that were already damaged and cracked by the two earlier quakes.

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Fifty-three years ago today: Where were you when JFK was murdered?

11/22/1963

Willard B. Shapira of Roseville writes: “I was working in the KSTP newsroom when, about 12:30 p.m., the teletype bells began ringing as I never had heard them ring before. A major story was breaking: JFK had been shot in Dallas and was being rushed to a hospital, where he subsequently died. Our news director, Harold ‘Bud’ Meier, now deceased, swung into action. He told me to grab a photographer and to shoot some footage of the gray, misty day along the Mississippi River, to use as a backdrop for the developing local aspects to the story.

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Black Friday Madness on the showroom floor — or: What brand of car are “real people, not actors” STILL clueless about?

Badvertising

Today’s nomination comes from longtime badvertising connoisseur Jim Fitzsimons of St. Paul: “Chevy has been running the same basic TV ad campaign for a few years now. The ads show a bearded fellow talking to ‘real people, not actors’ (as though actors aren’t real people, but I know what they mean) about how awesome Chevy cars and trucks are. They’re better built, they’re more reliable, they’ve won all the awards, and so on.

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What was the Twins’ most heartbreaking season? Plenty to choose from!

The Hot Stove League

Sleepless from St. Paul (in Minneapolis): “Being a ‘glass half full’ type of guy, my usual approach toward a bad Twins season is: ‘Well, things could be worse.’ But since this season was the worst, I needed a different approach. This might have been the Twins’ worst season, but it certainly was not the most heartbreaking. Honestly, we saw it coming back when baby bunnies were frolicking in springtime meadows.

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Snow’s coming. Let’s check on the ol’ snowblower. How many pulls till it roars to life?

The simple pleasures
Cruelly Aborted Division

Here’s Jim Fitzsimons of St. Paul (back in BB action, after a long and regrettable absence!): “With our long and glorious fall coming to an end and the first snowstorm of the season blowing in, I figured it would be prudent to make sure the snowblower is in working order.

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Who stole the keeshka? How hungry would you have to be before you’d steal the keeshka?

You are what you eat (responsorial)

Friendly Bob of Fridley: “The submission from The Bitter and Disgruntled Guy from Andover about blood sausage [BB, 11/17/2016] reminded me of my first encounter with it.

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What Monty Python could have offered: Scrapple, Scrapple, Scrapple, Scrapple, Scrapple, Scrapple, Scrapple …

Clowning around (responsorial)
Or: You are what you eat!

The Bitter and Disgruntled Guy from Andover:Tim Torkildson‘s story on November 12th  brought back some wonderful memories of my grandpa.

“My grandpa would eat everything except the oink. He loved pickled pigs’ feet, pig knuckles, sardines, God-awful-smelling herring, liver, fat from any steak, head cheese, etc. The only thing he had only once and would not eat again was blood sausage. I assumed it was horrible just by the name.

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