Here we are on June 27 and I think I can classify the local Minnesota weather to this point as “quite nice” especially in comparison to other parts of the country. I have a lot of friends in Missouri, Illinois, Indiana, and Ohio and from what I’m consistently hearing they’ve just been getting pounded by heavy rain for the whole month, if not longer. Up here in the Land of 10,000 Lakes, we’ve had it easy. Not a lot of rain, and when we’ve had some it has generally come down as if there’s a giant watering can up above. Small drops coming down gently. The flowers have loved it.
Yesterday was my birthday. My 63rd birthday, for the record, although that number seems made up and random to me. I mean, it can’t really be my age, right? When I close my eyes and picture myself I’m about 35, I think. That’s probably why I am quite often rudely stunned when I look in the mirror in the morning. The concept and the reality are often quite different.
It only took something like 52 years. In the fall of 1967, just after the St. Louis Cardinals cemented themselves as the sports anchor for a great sports city by winning the World Series (over the Boston Red Sox, by the way) the St. Louis Blues took the ice at the old (and classic) St. Louis Arena. They were part of a six-team expansion of the historic but quaint National Hockey League. It wasn’t a bad plan by the NHL. Expansion teams are almost always terrible, so if six new teams were added to double the size of the league, why not put them all in one division together. Parity is better than disparity.
Greetings blog faithful. I am, indeed, a day late and 72-cents short, but I’m here and that’s what counts. It has not been what I would refer to as “a fun week” for me, but it’s all part of life. The short and not-too-graphic version of it is this: We had a great day last Sunday, finishing it up with a wonderful dinner at Lakes Grill, here in Woodbury, before coming home to watch the new HBO “Deadwood” movie on our big screen. It was a terrific day.