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The Palmville Globe Volume 2 Number 32 Man Assists Surveyors Joe McDonnell, 79 and a resident of Palmville Twp, Minnesota recently helped a surveyor meet his quota. "My wife and I were trying to decide if we were going to wait in a long line for an expensive egg roll on a stick," McDonnell tells reporters. "The egg roll was supposed to be one of the hot new items at the state fair, but we were discouraged by the price of the egg roll and the length of the line. Meanwhile a young man asked if we would take a short survey on why prices were high and lines were long at the fair. By the time we finished the survey, we were at the head of the line and almost automatically ordered two egg rolls." In a later report McDonnell says the egg rolls were "pretty good”. He said he had to keep pushing the egg roll up as he ate so he didn't gag on the stick.  Man Tries New Umami Taste Joe McDonnell, 79 and not at all a foodie, recently tried a new "essence of deliciou...
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Pike on a Stick

Hello and welcome to the first Saturday in September. Today is September 5th and Labor Day weekend. Hurrah! This week, the younger kids headed back to the classroom, College Kid 3.0 finished up his final exams, and College Kid 2.0 set up his desk to work remotely at his new job as a college graduate. But the real story this week was about fishing. With his older brother's fishing gear at his disposal, plus a river and fishing buddies right in the neighborhood, fishing has been the Youngest's top priority. Hello! This is the kid writer-in-training and I was the one who caught the Pike on a stick.  Well, I didn't actually catch the pike on a stick. I caught it the normal way with a rod and reel. I was using a little blue lure. I caught three fish with that lure. We didn't bring the other two home because they only got the lure slightly in their mouths, making it pretty easy to take it out. We threw those ones back in. However, with the third and final fish that I caught, ...

The Fair '26

     The Minnesota State Fair runs for ten days in late August up to Labor Day. The gates open at 7:00 am and close at 11:00 pm except on Labor Day when they close at 9:00 pm. A true Fair rat could potentially spend a total of 158 hours on the fairgrounds. Such a person could work a six hour daily shift for one of the hundreds of vendors, which would get him or her free admission to the Fair (a $20 per day value) plus cash for buying treats and gimcracks.    Teresa and I might have done that in our younger days, but that window has closed. We now content ourselves with a single day at the Fair. We used to arrive early and stay late. Even that window is slowly closing. A few years back we would park directly on the fairgrounds. The rate was reasonable and at the end of the day, our car was right there. But the Fair wants to expand into its parking lot and has been raising the fee to discourage people from parking there. It's discouraged us.    The Fair ...

Thursday September 3, 2026 Hayes Lake State Park September 3, 1983

   A guy at the toy factory asked me to go with him and his wife to his dad’s cabin at Hackensack, Minnesota, over this weekend. They were going to be gone until Monday — said there was plenty of room.    I was surprised and honored; but declined apologetically. We had known each other just a few weeks since I started working there with his wife. I said I had other plans to meet friends at Hayes Lake State Park, which was sort of the truth, but actually I didn’t want to get stuck in an unpleasant situation, after  learning firsthand of this guy's penchant for getting drunk and obnoxious — and overtly jealous of his wife. I knew how he could get and I didn’t want any part of it with no way to escape.    I set up my rod and reel, tying on a new swivel and leader after losing them in the Roseau River, a couple weeks earlier; I laid in a supply of a few inexpensive lures, a new stringer, two rods & reel. Got the canoe on top of the truck, hooked up to...

Word-Wednesday for September 2, 2026

And here is the Wannaskan Almanac with Word-Wednesday for September 2, 2026, the thirty-fifth Wednesday of the year, the eleventh Wednesday of summer, the first Wednesday of September, and the two-hundred forty-fifth day of the year, with one-hundred twenty days remaining. Wannaska Phenology Update for September 2, 2026 Snowberry Now fruiting in Wannaskaland, Symphoricarpos albus , ma'ingaananaatig in Anishinaabe, is also known as waxberry and ghostberry.  The name of the genus is derived from the Ancient Greek words συμφορεῖν ( sumphoreîn ), meaning "to bear together", and καρπός ( karpós ), meaning "fruit". A resilient plant able to withstand a variety of conditions, snowberries deep roots allow them to survive dry seasons, and they grow in a variety of soil types such as light sandy soil, medium loamy soil, and heavier clay soil. You're most likely to find them out in Beltrami Forest near Hayes Lake, where the soil is nice and sandy. Snowberry contains l...

Wannaskan Almanac for Tuesday, September 1, 2026 Beverly Hills 9126

If you’ve ever sat around and wondered about a number—just a plain ol’ number—you’re in good company. Folks like me find joy in poking at the little corners of math that most people walk right past. Take 9126, for example. It’s not famous like π or flashy like a big prime, but it’s got its own quiet charm. At first glance, it’s just four digits sitting politely in a row. But dig a little deeper, and you’ll find it’s got more personality than you’d expect. For starters, 9126 is an even composite number, meaning it’s built from smaller pieces. If you break it apart, you’ll find it’s divisible by 2, 3, 11, and 23, among others. In fact, its prime factorization is 2 × 3 × 11 × 23 × 6, which is a fancy way of saying it’s stitched together from some of the friendlier primes in the neighborhood. Numbers like this tend to show up in all sorts of places—inventory counts, ID codes, or even the total attendance at a county fair if it’s been a good year. It’s the kind of number that works hard beh...

The One - Third Movement: Remembering - Song 17: Burning Ground — Segment II

  THIRD MOVEMENT REMEMBERING   SONG SEVENTEEN BURNING GROUND   II                As I walk old roads, sadness deepens, but I do not worry             There is so little left of me to hurt                         that pain skims by like the darkened trunks of leafless trees                                     passing outside a lighted coach               I choose this walk because I want to.             This is the last time I will feel these things ...