Well, as we scream towards another deadline I thought I would answer another question about Tidbits for you. If you check out the top right corner of the front page you see the phrase "4 Million Readers Nationwide". "How can it be that many?", I get asked from time to time. Tidbits is a nationwide publishing company and each individual publisher, such as my wife, Lynette, and I produce our own paper in a certain territory. Ours is Northeast South Dakota and West Central Minnesota. Each Tidbits publication is locally owned and operated across the county and we receive the basic text and a package of fun and interesting things to choose from to bring to our readers. The combined total of persons reading across the USA is around 4 million. So, when you are enjoying our weekly Tidbits text, so are a lot of other faithful readers all across this county and up in Canada as well.
Lutefisk... hmm. The impression Lynette and I took away from the experience was... It's not as bad as all the hype, we actually enjoyed it. The people in Summit did a wonderful job preparing the Lutefisk and other wonderful food items. We did get stopped in our tracks as we entered the building. You don't need directions to a Lutefisk Supper, just close your eyes and follow your nose!
Here's a little story that sticks in my head when I think back to helping dad around our little farm growing up. One thing you learn on a farm is how to get things done yourself... like changing out a tube on a front wheel of a tractor.
Here was the plan. Dad would lay the tire down and drive the front of the other tractor over the tire to separate the bead from the rim, then we would change out the bad tube, put in the new one and away we go. Well, things didn't go quite that smooth. It was more like this: Step one - drive up on the tire and get half the bead down. Step two - have son (me) spin the tire around and drive over the other side. This is where things went sideways. Just at the moment I was grabbing the rim the bead snapped back up... with my fingers wedged in between. Now at this point time gets really slow, or maybe it was me just watching my Dad decide what to do, either drive over the tire again or jump off the tractor and pry the bead away so I could get my fingers out. All I could think was, make a decision! So he hopped off the tractor and we get them pried out and all ended up fine. My fingers were just a little flatter at the ends for about a week.
Thanks for reading... and stay safe out there!!