Just For Fun?

Lots to do, but time for something different.  We stumbled through the archives and discovered a couple news items originally published by the Echo Press.  The essay on the walk is published as submitted, and not as edited by the newspaper.  😉

Walking Alexandria


4-6-12-78 - Copy[Published June 10, 2005]  Inspired by the woman who is walking Minneapolis, Bob Annen and I walked all the streets within the Alexandria city limits.  OK, it’s not quite the same order of magnitude (by about twelvefold) – Alex has 94 miles of streets.  We began our quest on April 13 and finished on Cinco de Mayo, walking for an hour and a half to three hours daily (5 to 10 miles per day).  We walked 19 days, every now and then taking a day off for good behavior.  We estimated we actually walked over 130 miles because, by necessity, we often had to cover the same street more than once to get to the next unwalked street, for return trips on dead ends, or to get back to our daily starting point.  Our last day only took 45 minutes ending at Noonan Park, which we thought appropriate.  [We were cheered on by The Biddies.]


Bob’s wife Vivian called me the DI (Drill Instructor) for what Bob called our Bataan death marches.  Particularly onerous day walks included Broadway from Big Ole to the interstate and back on Highway 29 (with side streets); the southwest industrial park area (36th, Nevada, and Highway 27); the trifecta of County Roads 22 and 44 and Agnes Blvd. (but included the delightful Van Dyke Road); and Highway 27 to Geneva Beach and back through Victoria and Runestone Heights (Bob’s least favorite because of the hills).  We were surprised to discover there are still a number of dirt roads within the city limits.  Not surprisingly, the Highways 27 and 29 were the least fun to walk – as were McKay Avenue and Geneva Road, both because of traffic speed and lack of walking shoulders.  We were also amazed at the number of ducks and rabbits in yards on the city grid.

5-5-05-4We “trained” for our adventure by mall walking an hour a day over the winter.  And on a few occasions after our morning walk, we would also walk 18 holes of golf later in the day – which, of course, begs the question, “Why do these chaps still appear to be on the husky side?”  We are convinced that exercise has absolutely nothing to do with weight loss – that we have been lied to all of these years.  We know there are actually only two ways to lose weight: by starvation or amputation.   [Who knew this was merely a prelude to the Fat Boys Walking Club?]

Ode To Bread

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Alexandria Echo Press – 11/07/2007

1-23-13-23-1Echo editor’s note: The following piece was submitted as a commentary but because of the subject matter we thought it would be a good fit to run in the Country section.

Glorious bread . . . the staff of life. This fundamental of human existence was brought to mind again in the recent Jeffersonian article [printed in the October 24 Echo Press] about our high school’s German exchange students who lamented they couldn’t find good German bread – hard bread – in our community. I just want to tell those students – you are not alone!

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What follows is not for the faint of heart. Children should probably leave the room. And always remember – this is just one person’s opinion and you are always free to disagree. But the number one premise of human gastronomical endeavors should be – good bread is a dangerous weapon if used as a projectile.

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A good bread should have crust like tree bark. A good bread should thump like a ripe melon – it should sound hard and hollow. A good bread should be able to stand up to a chain saw without losing its shape. A good bread crust should threaten your dental work like peanut brittle – in both cases, the risk is worth it. If you slice good bread, it will not schmooosh into a lifeless piece of lefse.

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There is an expression that goes back to biblical days called “breaking bread.” Although the expression generally means dining with friends, it reflects the idea that bread was made to be broken – that the breaking of bread should send crumbs flying in a mad dash for freedom. After breaking bread there should be a need for vacuuming – both of yourself and of your surrounding 10-foot radius. And then you should have to empty the bag. You can tell a good restaurant if its staff carries crumb tools – indicating they have a need to clean tables of residue from previous diners breaking bread. Unfortunately, you can’t break much of today’s bread – you can tear it, peel it, fold it, use it to plug leaks in your boat – but you can’t “break” it.


Before it was Weston Station, it was Sonny’s; before it was Sonny’s, it was Carl’s Fireside Steakhouse. Carl’s used to feature a poppy seed hard roll – when you broke one, crumbs would fly like snow inside a Christmas snow globe when you shook it. They were also the best dinner rolls I have ever had in my life. I haven’t found them anywhere since – but I still have delicious dreams about those rolls to this day.

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I like good bread more than I like a good steak. I like good bread more than I like a hot fudge sundae (OK, that one’s close). I like good bread more than I like an afternoon nap (OK, that one’s really close). There is no better smell in the world than bread baking, or toasting. A good sandwich begins with good bread – if the bread cannot stand up to the sandwich contents, you will not have a pleasant dining experience. How many times have you been eating a sandwich, or hamburger, only to have the whole thing fall apart in a soggy mess before you can finish?

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Most Alexandrians prefer soft bread – local food merchants would not stock it to the exclusion of just about everything else if that was not the case. All we ask – as a friendly gesture to our German students – is to throw us a hard loaf (though not too hard, please) occasionally.

Up next:  Possibly even more fun?

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The Journey Begins Thanks for joining me! This is the follow-up to the original, “alexandriacardinals.wordpress.com,” which overwhelmed the system’s ability to handle it any more. Thus, this is “Part 2.” As the original was initially described: 10-26-07-4 “It all began in a 5,000 watt radio station in Fresno, California” . . . wait a minute, that was Ted Baxter on the Mary Tyler Moore Show! Let’s see . . . oh yeah, it all began in 2003 when retirees, i.e., old people, in Alexandria, Minnesota, who had no desire to become snow birds, went looking for mid-winter entertainment here in the frozen tundra of West Central Minnesota. We discovered girls’ high school hockey, fell in love immediately, and it remains our favorite spectator sport to this day. Initially, and for several years, reports on these games were e-mailed to those who were actually snowbirds but wanted to keep abreast of things “back home.” It was ultimately decided a blog would be more efficient, and it evolved into a personal diary of many things that attracts tens of readers on occasion. It remains a source of personal mental therapy and has yet to elicit any lawsuits. ~ The Editor, May 9, 2014 p.s. The photo border around the blog is the Cardinal girls’ hockey team after just beating Breck for the state championship in 2008. It’s of the all-tournament team. The visible Breck player on the left is Milica McMillen, then an 8th-grader – she is now an All-American for the Gophers. The Roseau player in the stocking cap I believe is Mary Loken, who went on to play for UND; and the Cardinal player on the right, No. 3, is Abby Williams, the player we blame most for making us girls’ hockey fans who went on to play for Bemidji State. *********************************************************************************** Photos contained herein are available for personal use. All you have to do is double click on any of the photos and they will become full screen size. You can then save them into your personal “My Pictures” file. They make lovely parting or hostess gifts, or holiday gifts for such as Uncle Ernie who wants to see how his grand niece is doing on the hockey team. If any are sold for personal profit, however, to, for example, the Audubon Society, National Geographic, Sven’s Home Workshop Monthly, Curling By The Numbers, or the World Wrestling Federation, I only request that you make a donation to the charitable organization of your choice. You have two hours and fifteen minutes. Pencils ready? Begin! **********************************************************************************
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