This is getting to be a regular deal. If you need to switch a light bulb in 20 steps or more, call them folks in New Auburn. Good luck at nationals!
Mike will be reading and the Long Beds will be playing in Lakeville, Minnesota, tonight.
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This is getting to be a regular deal. If you need to switch a light bulb in 20 steps or more, call them folks in New Auburn. Good luck at nationals!
Mike will be reading and the Long Beds will be playing in Lakeville, Minnesota, tonight.
I wasn’t going to post this for a while (the new book isn’t coming out for over a month yet) (although you can pre-order it here), but HarperCollins is going to add it to their site today, so here goes. I got up early in the morning a while back, sat in a studio, and talked about the new book. As you can see, I remain bald(ing), my ears continue to expand, and my eyebrow(s?) is healthy. At some point I do open my eyes.
It won’t officially hit the shelves or the mail or the UPS truck until April 21, but you can now pre-order Coop: A Year of Poultry, Pigs, and Parenting. Just go here…signed copies also available.
I loved the old silver water tower in New Auburn. But time moves on. And as I mentioned in the essay included in the “P.S.” edition of Population: 485, the water tower is no longer standing.
ABOVE: This is how the water tower looked in its glory. I keep this photo within sight of my writing desk.
Our friends Mark and Karen (they sold us our $1,000 van) (mentioned in Truck: A Love Story and recently retired when the gas tank detached) are doing some remodeling and let me tote off a bunch of used insulation for a project that currently exists only in my mind. I was stacking the insulation batts in the pole barn when I heard scurrying and there was a little ol’ weasel, white with two beady black eyes and a black tail-tip (technically this would be a stoat or an ermine). He was unafraid and visited me for the better part of half an hour, darting to within three feet of my toes. I am ashamed to say the reason he is in the pole barn is because I forgot I had left some deer parts down there after skinning and quartering during deer season. With the thaw, I (and apparently the weasel) have rediscovered them.
Anyway, he was an entertaining little bugger, flowing and scampering all around, over and beneath the accumulated junk. My 9-year-old came down just to watch him and she was delighted. Thought he was the cutest thing ever. I just kept thinking what a weasel can do to chickens. Hope he sticks to venison.
Thank you to everyone who showed up for the recent Long Beds shows (some people drove a stunning distance). We really enjoyed blowing the dust off our strings after all this time. Thank you also for the deli tray (yes, it’s the Big Time), the dressing room complete with prop Santa, and the hospitality of CVTG. And a special thank you to the contingent who showed up from the Class of ’83. You know who you are.
Found some photos of my good ol’ 1951 3/4-ton L-120 ’Binder (the one I wrote about here) under a blanket of snow right around the time we moved from New Auburn to the farm in Fall Creek. The plow tracks remind me that my friend and fellow Nobbern firefighter Eric used to plow for me when I was away. Thanks again, Eric.

This is the star of Truck: A Love Story.
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