Category Archives: Blog Archive

(Posted January 26, 2011) I’m not one to miss work. Last week, I, like so many Northlanders, got hit with some weird and nasty virus. It was a bug that felt sort of like a cold, sort of like the … Continue reading →

(Posted January 17, 2011) January 4th. Two years ago. Driving my jet black Pacifica on Arrowhead Road. Driving my son Jack from indoor soccer at the College of St, Scholastica to church. Approaching U.S. No. 53, I glance up. The … Continue reading →

(Posted January 6, 2011) So, during my lunch hour, as I sit behind my desk in my chambers overlooking the city and the lake where I’ve spent most of my life, I eat.  I read. Then I nap. All three … Continue reading →

(Posted January 4, 2011) 5:00 am. It’s friggin’ 5:00 am and I am up, my thin hair standing straight on end, my face stubbled, my breath horrific, evidence of last night’s maple nut Schwan’s faintly emanating from me like the … Continue reading →

(Posted December 29, 2010) I resist. I’m eligible for membership in what once was known as the American Association of Retired Persons, but is now simply known as AARP. I am eligible and I’ve resisted the tons of applications and … Continue reading →

(Posted December 20, 2010) Like a prize fighter, I mean. This year was one of turmoil and upset and meager sales for Cloquet River Press. I struggled to sell books in an ever-changing world amidst the worst economic conditions since … Continue reading →

(Posted December 17, 2010) It’s dark as I drive old Highway 61 from Duluth to Two Harbors. After a long day at the courthouse, I’d scurried home to change into some comfortable clothes (blue jeans and a sweater) and rousted … Continue reading →

(Posted December 12, 2010) OK. So I really wasn’t running with them. Just eating with them. Guys with last names like Nace and Tessier and Heikkenen and Hastings and Johnson and Norlander and Westholm and Petrich. All athletes of renown … Continue reading →

(Posted December 3, 2010) Most excuses for not finding time to write are just that: excuses. If a writing career is really important to you, you will make time to write. If you write just one page a day, in … Continue reading →

( Posted November 28. 2010) I love snow. I’m a skier. Snow to me is like Bermuda grass is to an avid golfer. But snow at my place on the river, unlike grass at a golf course, is something I, … Continue reading →