Hook and Bullet Club - State Fair

Mitch Deinhammer (left) congratulated on stage.


From the miscellaneous drawer - People

I have a confession to make...
I like people.
I like people better than politics.
I like people - those on this earth now - better than obtuse worries of what may happen in 100 or 1000 years from now or what happened 4.543 billion years ago.
Yes, we ought to be custodians of the earth as we know it, but we need to live here too.
We need to evolve as has been done for those 4.543 billion years.
Was fire a mistake? Was food a mistake? Was clothing a mistake?
Were roads a mistake? Were houses or industry a mistake?
I wish I could prove without a doubt that war was a mistake and always will be, but there are too many components for that.
Would mankind - tellurians, earth-dwellers - have survived without meeting challenges and resolving them?
If one were to turn back time, how far back would be right or perfect? Fifty, 100 years?
Uh oh, remember back then there were wars, famines, tragedies of every sort...


NEW COLUMN: The Good Folks of Lennox Valley

by Kevin Slimp


Hook and Bullet Club - Class of 1985

ELY MEMORIAL CLASS OF 1985: (maiden names for the ladies, sorry!) Front: Todd Przybylski. First row: Kelly Marleau, Amy Pasco, Sue Tuthill, Al Forsman, Lonnie Fynboh, Meg Likar. Second row: Jerelyne Nemanich, Linda Enquist, Terri Nissen, Sara Marsnik, Liz Bonde, Cherie Kibbe, Jodi Lakner, Krista Bagwell, Mary Pat Beland, Aaran Leustek, Dorinda Hasselblad. Back row: John Richards, Lisa Berglund, Joe Pucel, Steve Jacobson, Jim Ronn, Ron Dass, Jim Sayovitz, Greg Johnson, Derek Edlund, Brian Shaver, Nick Wognum and Mike Sustercich.


From the miscellaneous drawer - Summer SAD, Winter GLAD

With so many visitors in town for the summer, the subject of weather and seasons often comes up.
“Oh, I couldn’t live here,” someone regularly exclaims. “I couldn’t bear the winters!” is the protest.
To the contrary, for me it is summer which is the hardest to take. Maybe I’m not “summer SAD” so much as “winter GLAD.”
Summer SAD is when the bugs creep into the house, into the car, into my thinning hair and onto my skin. It is also when the office air conditioner blows onto my desk and makes a jacket mandatory.
At home, each hot day succeeds in adding more degrees to the house interior and window breezes don’t cool quick enough. It’s toooo hot.
There is too much of daytime light - at least 16 hours in summer. And waaaay too many people.
My winter (and fall) is/are GLAD. Fall is stunning with roadside color and the falling leaves reveal each year a new view, a new vista into the summer-hidden landscape.


Hook and Bullet Club - Guiding

by Nick Wognum


Hook and Bullet Club - PBR

by Nick Wognum


Hook and Bulet Club - High school reunions

Thirty-one years ago a 17 year-old from Los Angeles, CA travelled to Bemidji, MN to attend a summer hockey camp. He made friends there including his roommate, Everett Wedlund from Babbitt.
One week ago the boy from LA returned to Babbitt to celebrate his 30th class reunion. Shawn Carter has fond memories of spending his final year of high school in Babbitt, MN.
Carter stayed with a host family he had never met and made lifelong friends. He got to live out his dream, playing high school hockey in northern Minnesota.
After graduating from Babbitt High School in 1985, Carter went on to play in the United States Hockey League and would later trade in his skates for a job with the Kansas City Royals as an equipment manager.
From hockey to baseball Carter made the move easily, just like being dropped off at LAX and flying to Babbitt at age 17.


Trout Whisperer - Walleye 0, moose 1

Walleye zero, moose one.
We were in the boat fishing, not catching. It was cold. It was early and wow was it slow, like hours of slow.
In the back of my mind I was just praying for a fish, any fish, just something to bite. Please let something happen.
I point with my finger. I whisper, “Hey there is a moose behind you.”
She turns quietly, waves back at me espying the moose. Then she turns and smiles at me. She says quietly, “This is cool.”
I have to agree.
The moose is striding slowly down the river to lake shore. With long leggy legs she makes it look easy. Now, as if she is checking for traffic she looks both ways with slow head swings, first left, then right.
The two of us in the boat are the only thing on the lake and Miss Moose for whatever reason, pays us no mind at all.


Hook and Bullet Club - Remembering Vertins

Vertins was the hot spot to hang out on a Friday night in my high school days in the early 1980s. Whether you were standing on the corner or taking up space in a booth, Vertins was where we spent a lot of Friday and Saturday nights.
This past week I took Evan and Megan out to lunch at Insula, the latest iteration of Vertins.
Grabbing the handle on the front door triggered memories right away. Like shaking the hand of an old friend after 20 years.
The look inside is different and a great improvement over what it had been the last time Vertins was open as a restaurant. The new owners have made their mark in a most positive manner.
But the memories will continue. And people will call it Vertins.
My earliest memories of Vertins were going out to dinner with my grandparents in the back room - the formal section of Vertins.


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