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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.
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.
Cabin Fever Chronicles
Ramblin’ Rose writes: “Subject: We’re Talking Baseball.
Continue reading “What are the best remedies for Cabin Fever? Baseball, and golf, and lilacs!”
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.
Continue reading “Sometimes, it’s best to leave the professionals out of it!”
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.’
Continue reading “Take it from Mr. Burns: There are worse things than being a bachelor!”
Where we live
Gregory of Dayton’s Bluff: “Subject: The forgotten Ice Palace.
Continue reading “This was the Ice Palace that looked like no other, before or since!”
