Eric's Daily Weblog

A new start

The Crookston Times publishes an article about my decision to run for office. 

I went over my allotted time of five minutes as described in the article. There is no way to deny it. The video Lance took of my speech is 7 minutes and 22 seconds long. 

I emphasized nursing homes, transportation, rural schools and agriculture. The crowd of delegates was very kind. I had a good time visiting with them before they got down to their business after the speeches. Party affiliation aside, people who get into local politics do it because they care, and care enough to get off their duff to be a delegate to conventions–-which can be boring. They are to be admired.

So, I enjoyed the day very much. 

Today, I filed paperwork in order to make it legal to accept contributions. I faxed the paperwork in Thursday but I discovered this morning it didn't go through. That can result in a fine if you wait too long! Glad I checked. Got it in by this afternoon. 

I am getting lots of advice, some conflicting, from political veterans––all of which is the result of decades of experience. In the end, of course, you have to form your own campaign, but I am open to any and all suggestions at this early stage. 

As the article states, former Rep. Bernie Lieder is my hero. He fought in the Battle of the Bulge. Several weeks of combat, much of which he doesn't remember at all. Then he came home to be a highway engineer. He became the Minnesota House's expert on highways, which he said "should remain a non-partisan issue."

When I visit the state capitol, all I have to say is that I am a friend of Bernie Lieder and the doors open wide, wide, wide. I saw the current chair of Capital Investment (bonding) in the hall. I yelled, a little disrespectfully, "Alice!" She turned around, a little perturbed. "I am a friend of Bernie's," I said. An immediate hug. And fifteen minutes of conversation on one of the busiest days of the session. 

It seems everybody I talked to was the benficiary of Widman's chocolate covered potato chips, courtesy of Bernie. Even the majority leader said she missed the chips. 

Next time I saw Bernie, I accused him of using Widman's candies for political gain. "Well, Eric, it works!" he said, and then confessed that his Widman's budget (which is, of course, a personal expense) got way out of hand in his later years in the legislature. 

So far: Good, interesting, caring people and good fun.

 

 

Big day

Tomorrow will be one of those life-changing days that only happen every so often.

First, I speak to about 400 gardeners in Grand Forks at their Garden Saturday, which is always a big event. I was also going to do an afternoon class on "Is this safe to eat?" about wild foods, but a conflict arose so I am turning the class over to my sister, who knows about 10 times what I do about foods from the wild.

The conflict: I then drive to Thief River Falls where I will attend a regional DFL gathering. I have been granted five minutes time to address the group, which I will use to ask the support of delegates from Minnesota House District 1-B to be their nominee this November. I will state my motives, foremost of which is my belief that small town nursing homes are under dire threat from funding shortfalls which have been created through deliberate, malevolent policy in St. Paul. In short, nursing homes are being starved to death. Two have closed in Northwest Minnesota already. Funding formulas are tilted towards the urban and suburban nursing homes. This trend needs to be reversed. Only last week, despite a budget surplus, nursing homes were informed that neither the House, the Senate, nor the governor propose to reinstate any of the general reimbursement rates which were cut during tight budget years. The nursing homes took the cuts, but now that the coffers have filled, they aren't getting anything back. 

It drives me even more to know that most of the people affected by these cuts have no voice. Not just the residents, but the employees, particularly the under-paid CNAs who do the hands-on work. 

The plight of area nursing homes, and in general the need to take care of our old people, spurred me to run, but I am also intent upon focusing on transportation and agriculture. We have good representation in rural Northwestern Minnesota on education in Sen. LeRoy Stumpf, Rep. Paul Marquart and Sen. Kent Eken, but I would like to continue former Rep. Bernie Lieder's work on roads. I lack his expertise (he is a highway engineer) but I plan to study the issue. 

Of course, I won't be doing anything if I don't get elected. I am facing a two-term incumbent, so it will be an uphill battle. 

To qualify for the seat, I have to move to Fertile. My present house, which I will, of course, keep, sits one mile south of the district line. So today I rented a place in Fertile, and only a few hours later, found a good renter for the house on the swamp. 

Long before I sold the nursery to brother Joe and his wife Kae the first of this year, I was determined to do something with the rest of my life to help people. My thought was: I will write and speak about eldercare issues. However, the more I delved into those issues, with the generous help of a Bush Fellowship, the more I saw that it is policy-making where the action happens--and you can't sway policy as much by writing books as by getting in there and influencing the funding bills. So, despite an aversion to the mess that can be politics, and at the urging of some good friends, I am going to take the plunge into public life. 

My weekly column will necessarily be suspended until the political matters are settled. It is clumsy for editors, even outside the district, to be asked to run a column by somebody running for office, even if that column is about swans or the Twins. 

This weblog will probably be less political than usual as I plan to make it a campaign journal. If I get the nomination (the convention is in late May) and enter the contest for the general election, I will be knocking on doors. "You will find out all you need to learn from knocking on doors," a veteran politician told me last week. "Just shut your mouth and listen." 

So far, the general advice has been, "keep your mouth shut."

They must know me. 

Champoo!

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A big day in our family. Brother Joe and Lance drove to Minneapolis to pick up Joe's wife Kae and their daughter Champoo, who is finally able to join us here in Minnesota. Kae and Champoo flew in today after Kae spent the last six months in Thailand assembling the paper work for Champoo to come to the USA.

They don't look like they've been traveling for three days straight. Reason? Champoo was really shy for the first hour (imagine that) then decided we should play a game called "Set." Well, we've played it before, but never against the likes of Champoo. She won the first round, then decided the other seven of us would be on one team and she on the other. 

It was a tie, but she made her point.

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Here is a picture taken of the family before the shock of losing a card game to an eight-year-old who has been in the country for less than ten hours happened. Champoo looks as if she knows she's about to win. 

I suspect she will make quick work of learning the English language. 

 

Thelma

Friend Thelma passed away last Friday. Thelma never lost her regal bearing even as Alzheimer's disease attacked her mind and body. The big loving clan she trained up in life returned the favor in a huge way by making sure her last days weren't spent alone. Every time she opened her eyes she saw one of several dozen friendly faces. She smiled in return, and she laughed her distinctive laugh. She was still there to the end. 

The staff at the Fertile Hilton were, as always, remarkable. 

I always looked forward to seeing Thelma when I visited the Hilton. It was so easy to get her to smile and laugh, even towards the end. Earlier on, she always had a kind word to say, even if the sentences were garbled. 

 

Forx Builders

Spent the weekend at the Forx Home and Garden Show visiting with people at the Bergeson Nursery booth. I enjoyed it more than ever, but am a bit worn out today!

Yesterday, a true day-maker:

Two years ago, I spoke at a Hospice event at the Empire Theater in Grand Forks. There was a nice crowd, but in the front row were seven people who had lost their spouses. I had fun with them during my talk, and we had a lot of good laughs. 

Well, yesterday a man and a woman came up to me at the booth arm in arm--which is unusual for couples in their fifties and sixties. They met that night at the theater when they sat next to each other during the talk, and got married one year later! They said they had so much fun laughing together at my performance that they went on a date the next night!

They gave me credit where credit wasn't due––but I'll take it. 

Weblog Update

The weblog is undergoing a little construction, so pardon the interruptions. I was going to say, "If you can't read this, let me know," but quickly realized the absurdity of that.

Yesterday, I attended a Rural Economic Development meeting in Minneapolis where we heard about innovative entrepreneurial ideas happening in rural Minnesota. A wind power entrepreneur commented that most of these wind farms are raking in enormous revenue, but they are owned by out of state interests and not only the money, but the power goes out of state. Why not build some farms with local ownership which uses the power locally? Apparently the revenue stream, once you get the behemoth built, is tremendous. I would cite statistics, but would probably get them wrong, but the numbers of dollars from just one wind farm in SW MN is in the hundreds of millions of dollars per year. 

A gentleman who used to work for 3M talked about the innovation culture at the company. One of the innovators at 3M is not only an inventor, but he studies how best to get the inventions to market, and to find the maximum uses. It is estimated that this man alone is responsible for $11 billion in sales for 3M. I hope he got a commission!

We can be thankful in NW MN today for escaping a bout of snow and junk. I passed through slushy messes in St. Cloud on the way home yesterday. I gripped the steering wheel hard. Then the Google woman started telling me to make a U-turn. Typical human, instead of listening, I tried to shut her off. But was driving, so gave up on that. More demands for U-turns. Finally, I realized I was on Highway 371 headed for Brainerd. I don't remember taking the exit. It must have been one of those splits in the highway. 

So, the Google lady directed me across a nice cut-across back to Highway 10. It took me through some beautiful pine forests, the boughs of the trees weighed down with heavy snow. Pretty, but...enough!

 

 

 

 

New shoes, cont.

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Just wanted to repost this pic, as many of you have enjoyed it. It is Aunt Olive, 102, enjoying her new shoes.

 

Caregivers

Those who devote their lives to caring for a loved one with Alzheimer's disease deserve to be heard