“You’ll never see another town like Duluth. It’s not a tourist destination, but it probably should be. Depends what season you’re in there, though. There are only two seasons: damp and cold. I like the way the hills tumble to the waterfront and the way the wind blows around the grain elevators. The train yards go on forever, too. It’s old-age industrial, that’s what it is. You’ll see it from the top of the hill for miles and miles before you get there. You won’t believe your eyes. I’ll give you a medal if you get out alive.”
And to think, some of us thought it was the armpit…
“The American Geographical Society Library has acquired an extremely rare and unusual map, The Man of Commerce, published in 1889 in Superior, Wisconsin. The highly detailed 31″ x 50″ map/chart conflates human anatomy with the American transportation system, in an apparent attempt to promote Superior as a transportation hub.”
“I appreciate places that know they’re the best but are still nice. You find that kind of friendly cockiness at this art deco shack set on Lake Superior. I’ve never had a better malt in my life (716 E. Superior St., portlandmaltshoppe.com , open summers, malts from $6).” – Danny Meyer
V.I.P. “Very Illustrated People” Tattoo Studio is business in Duluth, Minnesota. Owner Brian “B.C.” Carlson, a Duluth native, has been tattooing since the age of 13. Starting out as a hobby tattooing friends, it has blossomed into a great new business. After obtaining and successfully completing a professional tattoo apprenticeship with Dave Zappia, Brian has decided to continue professional tattooing in the Northland. Whether it’s tribal, old school, new skool, oriental, realism, black and grey, or custom, the clients ideas get manifested on the skin. Getting a tattoo at V.I.P. is easy and safe. The personable attitude of the crew, commitment of professionalism, and up-to-date safety precautions makes V.I.P. a great place to get inked.
Tickets only $10 online at www.sacredheartmusic.org, at the Electric Fetus or at the door. Proceeds to benefit the Sacred Heart Youth Program Fund to foster music and art education for local children.
Over 40 local acts performing Johnny Cash and Neil Young songs.
Some of the artists scheduled to appear include Jamie Ness, Max Dakota, The Fish Heads, Rivulets, Rachael Kilgour, Sara Thomsen, Jerree Small, Chad Lyons,Yeltzi, Lookdown Moon, Bill Flannagan, Dave Mehling, Leanne Perius, Centerville All Stars, Clyde Iron, Paul Newberg, Hattie Peterson, Old Knifey and many many more.
This is a public continuation of a conversation I had with my girlfriend this morning.
We were wondering how many other people can remember the moment when they realized that toys no longer were fun? Not your adult toys like jet skis, cameras, or hand guns, but the stuff you had while your age was in the single digits. Blocks, GI-Joes, a hoop with a stick, etc..
My moment came when I was about ten. My older brother’s friend came over and gave me this little toy metal truck he had to play with. I instinctively took it to the living room floor and started pushing it in circles. It took several laps until the newly forming adult parts of my brain woke up and sparked off some internal dialog†.
Adult Brain:“Why are you doing this kid? It’s not any fun.” Child Brain:“But it is a toy truck. I’m suppose to be pushing it around and pretending that I am hauling away sacks of grain from the imaginary mill to be delivered to the grocer under the couch!” Adult Brain:“Do you really think the imaginary people under the couch need you shipments of invisible wheat to stay alive any more?” Child Brain:“Of course! They’ve always relied on my grain!” Adult Brain:“Not for long sonny. You’re childhood is being pushed aside much like your pretend mill and grocer will be once that Wal-Mart under the ottoman finished construction.” Child Brain:“Waaaa! I’m just a kid! Leave me alone! This is suppose to be fun.” Adult Brain:“Not for long. Face the facts boy. You are not finding this fun any more.” Child Brain:“You’re right. My childhood is dying. What should I do?” Adult Brain:“Check in the bottom of daddy’s night stand for some matches.” Child Brain:“Then what?” Adult Brain:“Burn things!”
At that moment, I realized my innocent childhood was drawing to an end, and my simple toys would no longer be fun to play with.
Does anyone else remember this exact moment in their life? Please describe it in the comments.
†Some dialog may be embellished for dramatic effect.