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Skiing on Air

I still remember watching herky-jerky home movies of my great-uncles ski-jumping in Eau Claire, Wisconsin.  I suspect the film was shot sometime right around World War II.  I have never been a ski-jumper (general clumsiness and a fear of heights preclude this) but I did have a passing acquaintance with the legendary Lloyd “Snowball” Severude of Chetek, Wisconsin, and I married into ski-jumping royalty (my stepfather-in-law’s brother jumped in the 1980 and 1984 Olympics).  So I’ve had a blast thumbing through the book described in this article.  I especially enjoyed reading about how my friend Frank (I’ve mentioned him in my books, and I wouldn’t be writing if it wasn’t for his early encouragement and intervention) used to watch the jumpers at Silver Mine Hill from the dining room window of his childhood home.  Your best bet to find the book is to contact the Chippewa Valley Museum.

Knucklehead

Typing gingerly.  More on that later.

It was a digging out morning.  Zero degrees and all the heavy snow carved by a wind that pressed and howled the whole night through, abating only as the sun rose.  Some standard shoveling, a couple of sled-loads of firewood, a slight delay while I heated the starter so the plow truck would start, then that fun pioneering-lite moment where you drop the blade and blast through the unmarked drifts, out the driveway toward signs of civilization.  The heater blasting, the toddler jabbering in the car seat, waving her mittens and talking happy nonsense.

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Mike on Wisconsin Public Television

The crew from Wisconsin Public Television’s “Here And Now” rolled up here a while back and shot me yapping about winter.  Since then most all of the snow melted…until about two hours ago whereupon the white stuff came whomping down.  Yes, this was a whomping snow.  Heavy, wet, and wind-whipped.  Dropped on us like waterlogged goosedown.  Gotta plow the driveway in the morning, although that’s fun because I have two sweet blue-eyed co-pilots who treat the whole works like a cut-rate carnival ride.

In the meantime I’ve moved my EMS kit and reflective vest from the car to the plow truck in case the pager goes off in the dark hours.

Anyway, with the chicken coop all drifted in, it’s appropriate that the winter essay will air tomorrow night (and re-air Sunday).  Program times here.