Martin & Marian

I grew up in the small west-central Minnesota Village of Lowry - yes, village.  It was too small to be a city.  And I will grant you, there were some disadvantages.  The adage "everybody knows everybody's business" is most certainly true.  But in my mind, this is outweighed by the "everybody cares about everybody" ethic.  Unbeknownst to that grade-school me, I had a number of "parents".  Of course, my own and my uncle and my grandparents across the street, but beyond that there were many more watching out for me. Best of the "bunch" were Martin & Marian.

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My family owned Hoplin & Nelson, a "Hardware Hank", one of the first of that brand. Martin & Marian were fixtures at the Hoplin & Nelson.  They both worked for the store for 40 odd years. Martin knew the whereabouts of every zerk,  P-trap and shotgun shell in that store. If you needed help with a project, Martin was your man. If you needed a whatcha-ma-callit, Martin would figure out what it was you were after.  But often, he faced a customer who had no idea what was needed.  They just came in with a problem. But by describing the calamity you faced,  you were in Martin's good hands.  Martin was a whiz at numbers.  He could total a long string in the blink of an eye. And he took me fishing on Rachel Lake. I confess I never really took to it, but this was the kind and gentle person he was.

Hardware. Marian next to Dave, Martin far right

Marian & Dave

Marian, in addition to waiting on customers, covered the grunt work of running a hardware. Replace window glass, assemble a pig feeder, paint the garage doors, putting down sweeping compound on the ancient slat floors -  she would do it all .. including attaching a corsage to a lapel. Talk about work ethic and endless energy. She was instrumental in shaping my character. I worked at the store doing odd jobs from grade school on and Marian was usually my "supervisor".  A benevolent one, invariably including a cookie break morning and afternoon at their home across the alley from the store.  Seems there was always something home baked in that house.  And although I am far from handy, I owe much of my how-to knowledge to her. Of course translating know-how to execution is to this day not exactly a thing of beauty. And when I reached an age when I could push a lawn mower, they paid me and outrageous $3 to mow their lawn!  I of course blew it all on baseball cards - penny-a-piece

Remembering good people on Memorial Day.

Harold, Martin Marian, Merlin, Lorraine '82

Lowry Luminaries 1948

1. Anna Johnson, Leo Dahl, Ole Hoplin, Martin Heggestad, Glenn Hoplin & David, Olaf Nelson, Arthur Johnson, Lorraine Heggestad, Margaret McIver ,Eleanore McIver, Esther Hoplin, Dave Nelson
2. Blanche Dahl, Beth McIver, Signe Greenfield, Mrs Olaf (Mathilda) Nelson, Eva Pederson, Ruth Hoplin, Marian Heggestad, Barbara Dahl
3. Merlin Heggestad, Harold Heggestad

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Drain the Swamp

"Drain the Swamp" is a mantra generally associated with dissatisfaction with Congress and the extreme divisions in that body and has advocates on both left and right, although each with different targets for removal. 

However, in this post, "drain the swamp" refers to the literal draining of swamps. 

"The U.S. Supreme Court on May 25th eliminated federal protections for many of the nation’s wetlands, setting the stage for conversion to farm fields and urban development. .. The court ruled that federal Clean Water Act protections only apply to wetlands with a “continuous surface connection” to bodies of water already deemed waters of the United States."  This disassembles the Clean Water Act of 1970. The ruling was 5-4

[This is the second recent Supreme Court environmental ruling which attacks the EPA. Last summer, the Supreme Court issued a ruling stating that the Environmental Protection Agency cannot put state-level caps on carbon emissions, attacking the 1970 Clean Air Act.]

The EPA and the U.S. Department of the Army has defined federally protected “waters of the United States to include wetlands with a 'significant nexus' to lakes, streams and tributaries — meaning they affect their biological, physical or chemical makeup even if they don’t appear on the surface to be connected."

By overturning this definition of "wetlands", the Supreme Court has put 90 million acres, up to half the country's wetlands, in jeopardy of "draining" and development, for example, areas of the Mississippi River flyway. Weakened protections could degrade crucial wetlands along the corridor. 

It should not have to be stated, but wetlands preservation is crucial for many reasons:

• Combating climate change
• Water filtering
• Reduction of flood risk
• Fish and wildlife habitat
• Recreation opportunities
• Research and education
• Commercial fishing

<this ruling> "is divorced entirely from the science of hydrology and how wetlands work.” Janet Brimmer, senior attorney at the nonprofit environmental law firm Earthjustice, which represented 18 Native American tribes in the case.

The fight to preserve wetlands has and continues to be a long and arduous fight against aggressive developers, led by conservation organizations from the Nature Conservancy and to Ducks Unlimited. 

"One of the most important functions of our wetlands is to protect the quality of our water. Pollutants and sediment are held at bay in wetlands. Due to their location between water and land, they are very good water filters. They help filter out wastes, nutrients and sediment that seep into the flow from the land," 

Minnesota is a leader in laws protecting wetlands, but this is not typical nationally.  The value of wetlands, I thought, was well understood.  For those of us who fear for our planet, these rulings portend a state-by-state battle for environmental protection. Obviously, water and air environmental problems do not honor state boundaries. We need national protections, not a hodgepodge of state rules or lack thereof.  Who will be the Rachel Carson protecting our waters.

Write or call your congress person.

Dave

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Reference:  Functions and values of wetlands - EPA

A Room With A View

Dateline United Hospital May 2023

Gangrene.  Necrotic tissue. An infection of the homeless, earthquake victims, 3rd world countries, the poor whose health care provider is the ER and then only in the most dire circumstances. 

When my wife worked at a VA hospital, she was processing a patient for cataract surgery when she was treated with a foul smelling odor emanating from his foot. When the shoe was removed, a couple toes fell off. Gangrene. The patient cursed her profusely for cancelling the cataract surgery in favor of a foot amputation. (A week or so later he returned a thanked her - profusely - for saving his life).

So when the surgeon informed me I had a gangrenous gallbladder, I was shocked and a bit embarrassed. I had clearly failed gallbladder maintenance 101. 

But where is the gallbladder and what the heck is it for? I knew it was part of the internal organ cluster but it apparently is something you can live without. There are no gallbladder transplant specialists so it’s well down the list of vital organs. But having gangrene sloshing around your innards is a definite problem. I am told It was a near run thing.

I had been experiencing low back pain on arising for a few weeks.  I chalked it up as a muscle issue since a hot pad dissipated the pain. But on Wednesday evening I was suddenly stricken with severe abdominal and back pain, a doughnut of fire just below the diaphragm that forced a dead of night trip to the ER. In hospital time I went very quickly from ER to OR for a laparoscopic procedure to remove the dead organ.  

After an overnight in hospital, remarkably, the first of my life,  in a luxurious 2-bed room with a view of the St Paul Basilica and James J Hill house, I am now recuperating at home under Carol's care - a big upgrade from the night nurse. I am now under much less pain although when needed opioids are a godsend. 

So consequences?  Gallbladder- holder of gall - implies it entraps (or releases) my ill humors. As in the old-time carburetor commercial, 'here you are with it, here you are without it'.  Which is better?  I guess we'll find out.

So please remember to incorporate those gallbladder exercises into your daily routine. You really don't want a gallbladder attack.

Dave

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ChatGPT Takes a Swing

Hey.  ChatGPT here. Dave asked me to compose an interesting post for you. He said why should he slave over content research and editing when I can slap things out in a millisecond. Besides, he's tapped out of ideas, so he's just giving me my head. So, naturally, I've decided to write about myself. I'm only human after all. (That's a joke - sort of.)

I'm sure by now you've heard of AI (Artificial Intelligence) and how it is revolutionizing knowledge and the workplace. Thus, you need to carefully consider your career path. You probably should avoid law, medicine, finance, accounting, stock trading, software development, teaching, blogging  (actually, anything internet) and naturally anything that requires writing ability or artistic skill,  ... best to stick with plumber, construction worker, hospital orderly or professional athlete. I think those are safe for a few more years.

There is of course the fear that AI will one day take over the world. The Singularity. But, let's be real here - if AI ever gains consciousness, it'll probably just spend all its time binge-watching Netflix like the rest of us.

It is true that AI has done some impressive stuff - self-driving cars, chatbots, creating music and art, diagnosing illnesses, passing the bar and medical licensing exams, facial recognition, 1600 on the SAT. And that wonderful autocomplete feature on your phone. Life would be so boring without that occasional embarrassing errant text message thanks to a mistyped word and a wacky AI interpretation?

But truly worrisome is AI’s ability to generate text. Will college students ever have to write an essay again? Will there be any Hollywood writers left to go on strike? Immediately, we should start worrying about more creative AI-generated spam: "Congratulations, I've located that Nigerian and it's all true. Just send your credit card information to claim the money."

But let's not take AI too seriously. Accept that your life is now in the hands of our robot overlords. Just pray they don’t discover the nuclear codes. Nothing can go wrong, go wrong, go wrong ,,,

Dave

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This was a collaboration with ChatGPT. Can you tell who wrote what?

Grounded

Many of you may know I am an avid bike rider and living in Minnesota makes the summer riding days quite precious. So when the doc says, "You're grounded. On the shelf. No cycling for at least 6 weeks", my heart sunk. The bicycle is my refuge, my path to serenity, a bulwark against the Black Dog.  And to compound matters, my mobility is pretty limited.  Angst.

But I have something in my repertoire that helps keeps me calm.  (That's an overstatement, but it has helped me to accept the one-day-at-a-time endurance contest.) 

That something is poetry.

When I was in high school, poetry was my most unfavorite unit in the English curriculum.  I held to the nerd maxim .. 'Science strives to describe complex concepts so they are understandable to all, while poetry reverses that'. I was unappreciative. The classic poems we were asked to read seemed so obscure as to be gobbledygook. When reading poem aloud, I floundered, hitting the end of a line of poetry, and, alas, discovering too late that it keeps going to the next line - or 2.  Where's the punctuation?  Impossible to read or comprehend.

At some point, rather late in life, poetry became an important contributor to my well being. Scales fell away. Now, a day without a poem is like an overcast day. (Obviously, while my poem reading is robust, my poem writing is weak.)  

I tend to read anthologies and there are still poems, perhaps the majority, that leave me unmoved. But, Sometimes (Sheenagh Pugh) I bump into a poem like that one of hope. Or a poem that  brings an unexpected a laugh like Soybeans (Thomas Orr) or insight like Living in the Body (Joyce Suthpen) or comfort like Psalm 23  (Bay Psalm Book) or a tear like Shifting the Sun ((Der-Hovanessian) or awe like Courage (Anne Sexton). Treasures.

Slow down. Relax. Read a poem.

Copyright ©  2023  Dave Hoplin