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Freivalds: Is the cabin getaway really worth it?

 

Published 10/29/2018

By John Freivalds-Coffee by the Lake

Lakeshore Weekly News-SW Minneapolis

There are many huge natural migrations on earth: Canada geese flying south, swallows of San Juan Capistrano heading off to Argentina from California and humpback whales leaving cold Alaskan waters to go off to the warm currents of Hawaii.

 

Meanwhile in Minnesota we have endless miles-long bumper-to-bumper migrations of Twin Cities residents heading to their cabins up north to “open” them in the spring and “close” them in the fall.

Minnesota Lakes and Rivers Advocates (MLRA) note that “seasonal property owners occupy/utilize their properties on average only 55 days a year.”

Not a Minnesota native, I have been struggling to find out what the attraction is. I have used friends’ cabins two hours away near Hinckley, Rice Lake and Amery, Wisconsin; three hours away in Hayward, Wisconsin; and five hours away in Ely. All are on lakes and all have neighbors right next door and the constant hum of personal watercraft and fat-tire pickup trucks with loud bumblebee mufflers all day long.

Peace and quiet? Do I need to mention the constant and enervating presence of millions of dive-bombing black flies and mosquitoes? And if you are not retired and cannot go up during a weekday, Interstate 35, Interstate 94 and U.S. Highway 169 are packed to the gills going north on Friday and the same going south on Sundays.

All the Zup’s markets in Ely, Babbitt, Aurora, Tower, Silver Bay and Cook are full of cabineers buying sausages surrounded by signs warning you not to put your trash in their dumpsters. And I pity the poor millennials who find that it’s hard to get Wi-Fi up north.

Immigrant bashing began with The Founding Fathers-- not just with Trump

 

 

US Postage Stamp from 1960 

Published: 11/5/2018

By John Freivalds

Does anybody remember that 1960 was World Refugee Year? I do! I was selected by Secretary of State Christian Herter's bodyguard to represent European refugees at a ceremony at the US Post Office which issued a stamp honoring the year. Unlike the President Trump's constant announcements that an immigrant mob is descending upon America, the ceremony extolled the virtues of immigrants. Yep, I was one. A neighbor of ours in Washington, DC where I grew up was a bodyguard of the Secretary of State. He heard about the ceremony and told Herter I have just the guy, a Latvian, to represent Europe. Here's what the stamp's designer said: "The stamp features a family group facing down a long dark corridor towards a bright exit symbolizing escape from the darkness of want and oppression into the brightness of a new life." Yep, that was America then and it will reappear again. 

     Latvian, one of the three Baltic languages along with Estonian and Lithuanian, is now listed as a source language by over 100 firms. We’ve come a long way from my youth, when I considered Latvian a smugglers' language. We spoke it at home, but Latvian was a second language even in Latvia, having been suppressed by force-fed Russian. In fact, the Russians of my childhood referred to Latvian as sobacij yazik, or dog's language.

 Freivalds: You'll need to know 'whereas-speak' at The Club  

Published September 14th, 2018

By John Freivalds

Lakeshore Weekly News- Savage, MN

Buy low, sell high. The best sale is a good purchase. High prices cure high prices; low prices cure low prices. If you watch the pennies, the dollars will take care of themselves.

Dem's da words of wisdom I learned from my super-wealthy boss at The Grain Exchange, where I worked when I came to Minneapolis many moons ago. The language I learned was short, sweet and precise. I even learned the sign language of trading grain on the floor of the exchange which was even more precise — you know all that hand waving with outstretched fingers and closed fists.

 How dropping out has become in  

Published 9/31/2018

By John Freivalds

Margo Brown was 42 in 1986 and her job at a Fortune 500 big pharma firm wasn't satisfying. So with little research, but a lot of wanderlust, she decided to travel around Asia for a year. She didn't have tons of money so she was going to stay in hostels and take the cheapest transport she could. John, her father, was a respected lifer and successful trader at Cargill, raised in Aurora on the Iron Range where you got one job and stayed with it for the rest of your life. He didn't get his daughter at all. He, like many of Margo's nay saying friends, said you are throwing your career away with this move. But Margo told him she had to get out so she could get in. She needed time to think and not about the next Power Point presentation. He didn't believe her.