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The Old Ski Factory in Victoria is for sale again, I see. It’s hardly been Digger’s Arctic Cat long enough to get acquainted. You’d think with all the snow we’ve had this winter, that snowmobiles would have been selling like hotcakes at the Victoria Lions Pancake Breakfast which, incidentally, is coming up again on Sunday, March 6th. I ran into Jeff Kahnke at the Post Office here in Victoria this past weekend. You might recall that the Old Ski Factory was purchased and owned by Kahnke Brothers prior to Arctic Cat. Remember Uncle Mike and Nature’s Bounty Garden Center? Well, that was them! I personally tried to keep the Garden Center afloat. It’s where I bought our deck furniture, our beautiful outdoor water fountain, my big garden statuary of St. Francis of Assisi, and other good things -- but I never did buy any snowmobiles. Jeff said that he could have sold the Garden Center to a German restaurant from northeast Minneapolis instead of Arctic Cat. That point on Stieger Lake Lane certainly could be a nice location for a restaurant (people always have to eat) or a home decor place like Dick and Ruth Ertl’s Real Deals in Waconia (people always have to shop) or a Bavarian Alps Mini-Putt Golf Course with mini-leagues for kids and mini-leagues for adults (people always have to play golf). I’ve been giving a little thought to what I’d like to see located at the Old Ski Factory, and higher on my list than any of the above is a Classy Old Fashioned Roller Skating Rink with an indoor snack and beverage bar, outdoor summer seating, a place for birthday parties and other family gatherings, and at least one night a week for Adults Only with adult skate-music to match. Ever hear of the “Blue Skirt Waltz”? How about “I Just Want to Dance With You”? Any old country song would do for me, and they could throw in a little Mozart ever now and then, too. A roller skating rink would be good exercise for people of all ages and you don’t need a lot of talent to partake nor do you need a lot of sweat equity. I’ve never been fond of sweating for the sake of sweating. *** I continue to get interesting emails, but if they’re too long I don’t read them. Here’s a short one forwarded to me a few days ago from Wayne Neubarth: “This year we will experience four unusual dates ... 1/1/11, 1/11/11, 11/1/11 and 11/11/11. But the weirdest thing is, if you take the last two digits of the year you were born in and add to it the year you will be this year, it will equal 111.” It’s really true. Try it yourself. *** Allan’s cousin Steve Erickson has me on his email list and a recent one sort of struck a chord, maybe because it reminded me of meatless Fridays when my mother would sometimes make fried eggs and fried potatoes for supper, although she never burned any biscuits. Here’s Steve’s email: “When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs and potatoes and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed. Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom, and ask me how my day was at school. “I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget what he said: ‘Honey, I love burned biscuits.’ “Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night, and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, ‘Your mama put in a long hard day at work today, and she’s real tired. And, besides, a burnt biscuit never hurt anyone.’ “You know, life is full of imperfect things, and imperfect people. I’m not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. What I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each other’s faults and choosing to celebrate what is good about each other, is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship. So please pass me a biscuit. And, yes, the burned one will do just fine.” Actually, I didn’t grow up with biscuits. My mom made delicious and moist homemade loaves of bread from scratch every week, enough for Dad, us seven kids, and my grandmas when they dropped by for coffee in the afternoon. Mom’s bread was best un-toasted, fresh, warm out of the oven, smeared with butter and wrapped around home-canned bread and butter pickles. Mmmm. |
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February 2011 |
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