A reminder if you’re trying to get around today: 35W is closed between two exit ramps – specifically, the 8th street ramp in Duluth and the last exit before the Iowa border. I-94 is on fire in the Midway area ; winged monkeys are hurling cement blocks on 169, and 280 has been closed – and I’m quoting from the press release here – “to block off all possibility of escape and allow the dark army of soul-harvesting machines to fulfuill their horrible duty.” Whatever that means. Persons who wish to travel from the west side of the 35W gulch to the east side are advised to string a rip line between phone poles and make an adventure out of it; the Crosstown, meanwhile, has been reduced to one lane, which must accommodate traffic moving in both directions. Expect delays, detours, and the sudden terrifying sight of your airbag exploding in your face like your steering column threw up a pillow or suddenly gave birth to the Pillsbury Doughboy.
Just kidding. But holy crow: it’s bad.
Dang: "1884. A tornado strikes the lumber mill at Marine on St. Croix, blowing away a million board feet of cut lumber."
Picture that. If life imitated a cartoon, it would have all fallen exactly in the form of a house.
It’s the anniversary of the first appearance of Ed Sullivan show, in 1956. The camera did not show his swiveling hips, leading to much consternation about how Mr. Presley got around and performed basic bodily functions. Not until his first movie, which confirmed the existence of his hips, was the mystery put to rest.
Have a good Sunday – we might chime in now and then. A new wave of spammers has wormed its way into the hallowed buzz.mn comments section; they’ve registered, the fiends, which means their stuff gets up right away. I apologize if anything slips through; it’s like these guys know when I step away from the machine for ten minutes. It’s like they’re next door with binoculars.
I’ll have to ask my neighbor. He’s always outside with binoculars. I’ll ask him where he got them. Maybe that will help me track them down.


Whose Hips?
For a minute there, until you mentioned Elvis, I thought you were talking about ED's hips.
{Me <---- back seat editor who can't sleep at 3:21 am)