Wednesday, August 03, 2016

27 holes -- pickles and pilsners

Andrew preferred McClure's garlic pickles over the dill Gedney pack.


The last time Stan and Andrew Sampson hit the links, it was in January of 1998 in the shadow of LA's famed Griffith Observatory with Randy Anderson and the late Paul Matthies. The event was memorialized on the cover of the the mythic Golf magazine, a copy of which came out last night after the duo completed 27 holes on a sultry day in New Prague. Much to discuss over pickles and apple cider. A point of agreement? Swings have improved over the years ... and they'll definitely do this again.


Sunday, July 31, 2016

You can always count on the Lilies. . .


Year after year, if it's August, these lilies are blooming, thriving in sun, rain and heat. They're a bit tall for serious wind, so they've been stiffened with a metal tripod and framed with Russian Sage.

Friday, July 29, 2016

Home soon

In the background, Shirley and Kathleen discussed the Man of the Hour. No, he's not in a barber chair,
just a bit chilled by all the air conditioning. He hopes to be home in a couple of days.
"You can tell 'em you've seen Wes and he is alive!," heart surgery survivor Wes Anderson instructed a visitor to St. Gertrude's in Shakopee today. A couple weeks ago, our neighbor had a double bypass and heart valve job at Methodist Hospital. Two days ago he was transferred to St. Gert's for rehab.
Big smile and a great head of hair.
And an upgrade to the heart.
His wife Shirley confirmed that recovery is going well and Wes should be home next week. "I have to get some sleep," the patient confided. "You know, it's hard to get any rest in a hospital."
The food has been fine, he said, and he's trying to stick to a heart-healthy diet. Sorta. Yesterday the patient spotted a Tater Tot hot dish on the menu. The Norwegian from Hanska loves Tater Tot hot dish and enthusiastically ordered a double.
It wasn't long before the phone rang. "Who the heck could be calling me now?" he wondered. It was The Dietician.
"Wesley?" the conversation began.
Mr. Anderson had the fish.

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

First, but not his last, Ford pickup

Freshly restored 1951 Ford takes priority in family garage.

Power steering by Arm Strong.
In 1951, a sixteen-year-old Matt Drees took his driver road test in this brand new Ford pickup. Last night he drove it to an antique car show in Henderson. This afternoon Stan took a thrill ride, merrily topping the speed limit on County Road 79, windows wide open, smiles from passersby.
Everything's been shined and restored; there's a new box, new plugs and radiator and much more. But the 83 horse V-8, cooled by a pair of water pumps, is pretty much original. The transmission, geared down for farm duty, changes easily and the air-conditioning is simple: a vent in the dashboard. There's no radio or seatbelts, but there is a place where you could insert a crank in an emergency.

Oddly, the six-volt battery is positive grounded, no one is sure why. The classic Ford insignia shines.
It's been a labor of love, getting the old girl reassembled, Matt says. It's all for fun. Meanwhile, he's about to take delivery on a new pickup for his everyday errands.
A 2016 Ford F150, naturally.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

St. Paul native visits Neo Classic Landmark

Photos by Stan Rolfsrud
Green Line makes the turn into downtown.
Majestic limestone columns supporting the north facade of the restored Union Depot dwarfed a visitor checking out the neo-classic St. Paul landmark. Inside, a massive waiting room awaits future travelers, not much going on now, quite peaceful in fact. Optimists believe this room will again become a busy hub for the city's mass transportation links.
In the meantime, visitors can enjoy restored terra cotta in the Head House, collections of relics from the Steel Age, a colorful glass wall in tribute to St. Paul and handmade artifacts from a bygone era.

Photo by St. Paul Katie
Railroad tracks running coast to coast are laid beneath this bench. Once in a while, Amtrak rumbles through.
All Aboard!

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Bigger, bolder, brighter. But is it something to love?

Photo by Stan Rolfsrud
With its angular prow and severe lines, the new football stadium looks more like an overblown billion dollar pup tent than a graceful Viking ship, but form follows function and there's no doubt that this will get the job done.
Checking the wifi. Perfect.
No login or password needed.
Today two local taxpayers downloaded free open house tickets and boarded the light rail ($3 lets two seniors ride around all day) to see what their money had done. Jobs, jobs, jobs, the governor likes to say, and it was apparent from the sidewalk outside the open house that somebody's been very busy.
It is hard to relate to the scale of such a huge assemblage. Everything is oversized -- wide corridors, big windows, massive monolithic concrete pourings -- way too much of everything to try to count it, though the PR folks did their usual best to do so, adding up the hours worked and materials used to wow the public with fun facts to know and tell.
Some very impressive engineering --even the seats felt at least a quarter of an inch wider than the previous model at the Metrodome. More comfortable too, made of a cheesy-feeling purple plastic, they surrender a bit when sat upon and form an agreeable pocket against the backside.

Little effort was made architecturally to bring things down to a more human level, which is fine, but designers somehow were able to achieve that end in a friendlier, more relatable space just across town at the baseball park.
A concert stage was being set up on the
50 yard line, opposite, way beneath a
vestigial proscenium arch, with catwalks.

Satisfied with what they had seen, the taxpayers eventually departed the massive edifice, but left without much love or attachment, just a sense of spectacle. But then, football is heavy metal and baseball is classical music, the taxpayers decided. As they chatted about it under one of the massive tv screens, a human face, over 100 feet tall, bigger than Mt. Rushmore, appeared overhead, being interviewed about how much they like the new place. Remarkably, at least for the moment, not one of these huge figures used the term "awesome."
It was all a bit overwhelming.
The taxpayers retreated outdoors where a festive Ferris wheel had been erected for the day on the new mall that approaches the stadium. It was turning merrily, marking the grand opening . . . and looked absolutely tiny and forlorn.

A most dreadful aspect of the modern stadium experience is using the little boys room at halftime.
There's been a clear effort to clean this up. Gone are the troughs, replaced with respectable urinals. The
corridors are painted a sanitary white, suggesting that cleanliness is valued. Will this good intention survive the drunken onslaught of painted Vikings driven to madness by loud noises and $8 beer?
Time will tell.

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Pokey Who?


Outdoor activities have been severely curtailed by inclement weather, so Grandma got out the ring toss and reminded us of the hot and heavy competition she enjoyed with her siblings years ago. It's been in the 90s and sticky, now it's raining, but the real heat is inside. It's 70 to 70 in the rubber match, Grandma was accused of cheating (unsubstantiated) and Grandpa gets the winner.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Buck Moon


It's called a Buck Moon, we're told, because this is when male deer develop nubby horns; it's the Thunder Moon because there are lots of thunderstorms during its reign; it's the Hay Moon because you can make hay by its light... a second or third cutting.
This moon was shot by a Cancer, a genuine moon child, and the double image is caused by duo-pane window glass, separating us from a hot and steamy July night.
This is also the Close the Windows Air-conditioning Moon.

Monday, July 18, 2016

What? They're looking for Lawrence Welk?



We've gotten used to golfers wandering around in the yard, hunting for a sliced Titleist, but this is something entirely different. We looked up from the coverage of the Republican National Convention tonight to see a pair of barefoot lads in our outback, eyes fixed on their devices. A very unconventional evening, indeed.
So the kids are still out there looking for the Polka Man? The one from North Dakota?
We didn't tell them where to look. And we didn't yell at them to get off the lawn either.
We just went back to our easy chairs, changed the channel. and settled in with the Minnesota Twins.
The world is changing too fast, we need something predictable: Detroit is leading 1-0.