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 Come on, cold wimps; it's only been 'a bit brisk'

 

Published 1/31/2019

Duluth New Tribue, Duluth, MN

By John Freivalds

 

Methinks we have become a nation of wimps. I think it started with the invention of the concept of wind chill, which came out in the middle of the 1970s. Then Thomas Gifford wrote "Wind-Chill Factor," which became a No. 1 best seller. Gifford was born in Dubuque, Iowa, where I lived for 33 months before moving to the Twin Cities. While in Dubuque we did have one morning when it was minus-26. For you weather-challenged, wind chill is "the cooling effect of wind on exposed skin." A little irrelevant in that few of us run around naked in a blizzard.

But really, folks, cold is not what it used to be.

 

Many of us have heated garages, remote starters for our cars, earmuffs, hand warmers, down jackets, Will Steger mukluks, thermal socks (if not underwear), fur-lined gloves, and even heated steering wheels. We drive to work and park in underground garages and work in heated offices. I even saw an icehouse being hauled onto a lake with a propane tank on the back. In fact, where would it be so cold that you needed a fur coat?

Not even at the Vikings stadium, which is enclosed and heated. Bud Grant, the former Vikings coach, remember, forbid heaters on players' benches during games.

And these days the utility can't cut off your heat in the cold weather.

Yeah, and the reality show, "Naked and Afraid," is done in the tropics. Let's see them do it in Antarctica. The University of Minnesota Duluth is noted for its study of hypothermia; so let's get folks there involved.

But it sure does make good reading when the topic is the "polar vortex" coming down from the north. You can tell your friends in San Francisco how cold it's going to get. But I wonder how Plains Indians and the early settlers got by. For one, they slept with their animals. Cows not only gave milk; they radiated heat.

I was born in Latvia, a country with a 140-mile border with Russia. I left as a child after the Russians invaded, as my father, a journalist, either would have been shot or all of us would have been sent to Siberia — where it's really cold. And in those days there were no Cabelas to go to. Or warm food to help you keep going. And no baths when you trudged back to the barracks.

Cold is relative. Once in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, I asked the locals about some low temperatures they had been having. Yep, it was "cool." That was the only thing they would say. Or my boss at the Grain Exchange walking through the wind tunnels of downtown saying, "Yes, it's brisk today." Or died-in-the-wool Minnesotans saying they like the cold because it keeps the riff-raff out.

My library is full of books about Arctic and Antarctic exploration. Those guys went out without down anything to explore the endless tracts of ice and snow and cold.

Or there are totally crazy guys like Jon Turk, author of "Cold Oceans," who decided to kayak around Cape Horn. Lake Superior was too tame for him.

John Freivalds of Wayzata, Minn., is the honorary consul for Latvia in Minnesota and the author of six books. His website is jfapress.com.

 

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 Vive La France  

By John Freivalds

Published: TBD

Boy do we live in challenging times where our President trashes our closest allies forgetting that they help make America great. N’est-ce Pas? (or in the vernacular ain’t it so!)

It was beyond boorish for President Trump to tweet that if not for US intervention in WWII, the French today would be speaking German. Au contraire. If it were not for past actions of the French, Americans would be speaking English with a pronounced British accent, drinking warm beer, eating kidney pie and suffering through their rigid caste structure. For our history challenged President, the French have come to the aid of the US twice which saved the country from being just another British colony and allowing us to create our democracy. Porquoi?

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.