Author: Domenic Cossi

  • Blacks Only

    While in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan this fall, I came across this picture on a poster titled “Upper Michigan Border Patrol”

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    I had never thought Brown bears lived in the Midwest, but this photo made me curious if I had been mistaken. In fact, it occurred to me that I had never really known enough about bears to know the range of any of the types of bears in the United States or even how many different types there were.

    There are just two types of bears in the 48 contiguous states: Black and Brown. Brown bears live only in the very northwest area of the country and the only types of Brown bear in North America are Grizzly, Kodiak and the Mexican Brown Bear.

    That leaves Minnesota and the U.P. with only Black bears. And while Black bears can be different colors including brown, there seems to be another trait that differentiates the two. Brown bears have a hump behind the shoulders, like the bears in this photo. So I think I was right. No way this picture was taken in the U.P. I’d be happy for feedback.

  • Forgetting My Cynicism for a Moment

    I try not to be a cynic. When the “fall color watch” is on the cover of the newspaper and local magazines run “top drives for fall colors” articles, I can’t help but think there must be something better to cover.

    But maybe there isn’t. Don’t get me wrong. I can’t stand the manner in which many of those are written. However driving across the Mississippi River Bridge on 94 at 7:30 on Saturday morning reminded me that it is still possible to find wonder in this world. The banks were lit up by the morning sun and the trees glowed with yellow and orange hues. Luckily at that time of the day the road was empty so slowing down to 35 miles per hour didn’t cause an accident.

    It also brought me back to the ritual of climbing the fire tower back in Side Lake every fall when the leaves were changing. Now up on the Iron Range there are a lot more pine trees so the colors aren’t as dramatic, but the opportunity to look out over the tops of the trees from the 108 foot tower and have no cities in view for miles drew us up there with every season change. The fence surrounding the base was topped with barbed wire and getting over that was always a trick and probably more of a challenge than a deterrent to 16 year olds. I think my name is still etched in the paint at the top.

    If leaves changing color can elicit that sort of spiritual connection from a cynic, perhaps they are worthy of front page treatment.

  • Let's Go Demo

    Here are the rules of the demolition derby at the 150th Vernon County Fair, as explained to me by the 68-year-old lady who sat to my left for the evening’s entertainment.

    1. No hitting the driver’s side door; all the doors are painted a different color from the rest of the car to help with following this rule.
    2. If a firefighter shines you with a flash light, you’re done. The last car moving wins.
    3. If the firefighters wave red flags and the trucks flash their lights, then stop – they have to put out a car fire.
    4. Umm…

    That’s right, the 150th Vernon County Fair ‘s demolition derby. I’m not quite sure how many of the 150 years have featured the demolition derby, but my dad remembers sneaking into them as a child in northeast Wisconsin, so it could be almost 50.

    This year, the power system overloaded and we had to wait a half hour until they decided to just position the fire trucks around the track and use their spotlights to illuminate the track so they could get the thing started. We sat in the grandstand in the dark, soaking up the smell of fried foods that is all too familiar to Minnesotan fairgoers. Don’t they know that stuff should come on a stick?

    Some highlights:

    – I guess I didn’t expect this at a demolition derby, but the National Anthem was sung, and loudly.

    – Two in the first group (called a heat) of cars raced full throttle at each other in reverse. The impact crushed their trunks like beer cans.

    – One of those cars continued to compete without a trunk or rear axle until the firefighters decided it was too dangerous to have cars repeatedly slamming into the back of it with only the back seat to protect the driver.

    – The third heat was won by a woman in a Beretta that was christened “The Queen Bee” (stinger included), and whose seat broke while backing into her final adversary, prompting the announcer to yell: “I think she ended up in the trunk on that one!”

    – The announcer. On someone stealing tools: “If you catch that guy don’t tell the cops. Give him some self justice.” Even the locals looked around uncomfortably, until he corrected himself, “I guess that’s a good way to get the cops mad at me.” On the social utility of firemen derby officials: “They get valuable experience for dealing with highway accidents.”

    – The lady sitting next me saying that there was no way one of the drivers was 70 years old (as the announcer had claimed) because she’d gone to grade school with him and “If I’m 68, he’s 68”.

    Next year I’ll have to follow the lady’s advice and come back for the tractor pull.

    Some photos:

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    New Friends

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    Firefighters in Training

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    Action