Topgolf domestic challenge

 It was deep into the third frame at the Topgolf venue in Brooklyn Center when it happened. Lord Stanley had taken an early lead in the five-way battle royal and was just settling into a second round of sliders and chips as Katie stepped into the box for her final round. 

Jordanne was there today with her Indiana mother and random friends, an enthusiastic bunch, gathered at the week’s end. Some fun seekers were top shelf driving range competitors. Some, not all.

Trailing most of the game, St. Paul Katie had put herself in a hole, and she knew it. Her golf companion for the day encouraged and steadied her, lest the force and impact of Katie’s swing send her reeling. Her first two shots were middling. Her final shot was not! She crushed the Angry Birds target completely, decimating the entire assemblage.

The crowd hushed as the official scoreboard tallied the damage. Had she kicked her husband’s butt?

Not quite, but good enough to be declared co-champion, and vowing to settle the crown in a future grudge match.

If you see something, say something!

 My dear brother-in-law tried to cheat death with a tackle box worth of vitamins and supplements. Arrayed alphabetically, the pills promised him a longer life… and probably other things too. Twice daily he sat at the kitchen table, opened the magic box and indulged in longevity.

He once told the social security interviewer that he would live forever. Must have gotten an eye roll from her. He lived in a nice two-story neighborhood in St. Paul with his younger wife. They may have been pill poppers, but never anything illegal, hallucinogenic or even fun. Never. Her sister, my wife, has claimed to have been high in her younger years, once, by sharing a communal joint, but even that story is somewhat dubious.

Then one day in his St. Paul home came the knock on the brother-in-laws door from the authorities. Yes. Two agents asking for an interview. Flabbergasted, the couple consented immediately. There had been reports of illegal activity at this residence, it seemed. No mistake. Eyewitness. This was the exact location, the St. Paul detectives insisted.

Gradually, facts emerged. The neighboring eyewitness, from the vantage point of her upstairs window. had peered down into their kitchen and seen him repeatedly. Very suspicious indeed, she said. Yes, he had flipped open a tackle box and revealed an enormous array of pills. The witness knew that no one in his right mind would amass such a collection of vitamins. It had to be drugs. Authorities were called.

If you see something, say something.

Sadly, despite his heroic efforts, my brother-in-law did not live forever. A mere mortal, he died an ordinary death at or near the table of expectancy of the Social Security Administration.

They had left their St. Paul neighborhood long before his demise, selling their home, but probably with the kitchen shades still pulled, to avoid any further reports of suspicious activity.

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 Emily shared a moment with a friend, long ago.

Top of the Food Chain

 Photo by Jordanne Scott

Meet the newest welder!

 

Our grandchild, Emily, just completed her freshman year at the Minneapolis College of Art and Design, and no one could be more proud than we are.

While her major is that old favorite “undecided,” her bent is toward animation and associated crafts.

But the artistic curriculum is broad and she is now a qualified welder! And she has other workshop skills as well. Who knew?

She’s always had a creative, constructive will and constantly surprises us (and teachers) with unusual talent. She’s now grounded with a summer job, directing customers at a nearby overstock enterprise and supporting a car and a closet.

We so enjoy watching her grow and are so pleased with her mother’s job in raising the perfect grandchild. Oh yes. We’ll give aunt Marcy some credit too!

She’s pictured above at grandma’s birthday party.

Back from Hotel California

 Just returned from a lovely spring at our Hotel California, a casita provided me by long-time friend and employee, Hai Dang. The annual sojourns always involve some fun construction projects, the latest there is another nail salon for his enterprising wife, already the master of a very successful one near by.

He's learned the Japanese art of Komiko and has substituted the laborious intricacies with a smart laser cutter that takes direction from software, and not a shop master. The resulting panels are spectacular and truly will make the new salon a one-of-a-kind enterprise. 

Equally spectacular is nature's handiwork on the front porch, and I arrived just in time to see it in its full glory, and present it here.

And now for our own spring entrance, scheduled to appear shortly. C'mon already.

Lucky ladies

 My wife is a gambler, she took a chance on me, but that’s just the beginning of this story.

Her handle is St. Paul Katie at poker home games, where players soon learn not to underestimate little old ladies holding good cards. It’s a family thing, she played cards all her life. As a Lutheran, forbidden to own a deck of the devil’s tools or anything fun like a cap pistol, I tease that it is her Catholic upbringing that lead her down this path. 

She does as she wishes, plays blackjack tables, horses, and so on, but never too much to regret. The lottery is a never-ending must. a little chagrinned, she discreetly always has numbers from various games. She used to consult with her late brother, with that same family trait. I try not to bother her about it, and she reminds me that she doesn’t drink liquor and I have a lifetime of savings to show for it. Point taken. I try to say that she won the lottery already. Not funny.

This weekend, in the company of her daughter, the usual please. She bought a lottery ticket, and won. Won twice, it turns out. 

She relates her tale:

“When Marcy and I were at the convenience store and I was getting the ticket, the little Asian woman wanted to know if Marcy was my daughter. Marcy said ‘yes, we are mother and daughter.'

“Then Marcy says ‘I don’t get tickets because I’m not lucky, but my Mom is.’

“Then the lady says ‘Oh, you are lucky, because you have your mom. I wish I had mine.’

“With that we left the store and I checked my tickets. Of course I was stunned and said ‘Marcy, I just won $500!’’’

Showing more than the usual wisdom you find at a convenience store, the Asian lady had spoken truth. Two lucky women, perhaps one more lucky than the other, with $500 to spend.

The Letnes Luau