Archive - Mar 2006

March 10th

Tax day

Tax day, for Aunt Olla, at least. Time to bring the shoebox up to the accountant. You'd think taxes for a 94-year-old on Social Security and a teacher's pension would be simple, but it really isn't. There are lots of documents to put together, and she'll probably end up paying in despite the fact that all her income is going to the Hilton.

March 9th


Major dripping off the roof today. We have a lot of snow to melt off yet, however. There still are no black spots on the fields. It is all white.

There is no open water to speak of, either--yet, today I saw two trumpeter swans fly low over the Cenex station and then saw what I thought were six more higher up in the sky close to the nursery. I have to say that made my day, seeing the swans again. They must be eating in the corn fields, as they certainly aren't finding any of their usual diet of swamp scum.

March 8th


It's gotten so this guy doesn't even budge when I pound on the piano. He's curious, but not afraid. Perhaps he's just so overpoweringly hungry that the allure of the bird seed keeps him within a few inches of the window. I hope the melting of the snow reveals more food for the deer. They don't look bad, but they're down to eating things that don't seem very appealing such as green ash bark.

Early sign of spring

Even though there are still a couple of feet of snow outside, today was beautiful--sunny and in the upper 30s. And the geraniums came. The first batch arrived at the Grand Forks airport this morning. Dad took the minivan up there and picked up those two pallets. Then, several more boxes of geraniums came UPS. So, by the end of the day, there was plenty to do.

March 7th

More Puckett lore

The stories pile up: A jeweler who works near the Metrodome became friends with Puckett after he patronized the man's store early in his career. Puckett, who apparently loved to sell things, agreed to do a promotion for the store (in fact it was his idea)--anybody who bought $100 worth of jewelry would get an autographed ball.

Well, people lined up for two blocks. And true to his word, Puckett made darn sure each family bought $100 worth of jewelry before they got their ball.


Attended the DFL caucus and county convention--two formerly separate
events which are now combined--at the Ada school tonight. Much of it is
clap-trap, pushed along by Jim, our droll leader who marches us through
the motions with dry humor that the assembled faithful are a little too
shy to appreciate out loud.

For example, we held a somber election of an "affirmative action
officer," who is in charge of fielding complaints from anybody who
feels hurt or aggrieved by the convention proceedings. He/she/it is

Puckett thoughts

It is always interesting to see how the media treats a fallen hero. You can go on the internet and watch the articles come down the pike as they are published. Usually, they are just a rehash of the same Associated Press article. Why I get into monitoring these things is anybody's guess.

March 6th

Blyleven quote

Since word of the death of Kirby Puckett's death came out a little over an hour ago, the internet has been abuzz. You can check out all the weblogs by typing in Puckett's name on Technorati, a website which tracks the content of weblogs within minutes after it is posted.

One quote I hadn't heard: apparently, Bert Blyleven, great pitcher and current Twins TV commentator, once gushed during a broadcast: "If you don't love Kirby Puckett, you don't love life." Well said.


Few people are known only by their first name. Kirby was one, at least in Minnesota.

Word just came out that Puckett died tonight at age 44 after suffering a massive stroke yesterday.

Even non-baseball fans in Minnesota have a soft spot for Kirby. You couldn't watch him play ball without smiling. Short and chubby-looking, Puckett reminded many of a fire hydrant.

March 5th

Passage to India

Yesterday, after my stomach apparently quit its week-long sour binge, I decided to test matters out right away by going to the Passage to India buffet in Fargo before my speaking engagement at the Hjemkomst Center.