Steve Fernlund and The Long Way Home

Vaccines, Oval Office "Experts," and the Benefits of Getting Old The other day, I said to the Bohunk, “At least that’s one reason why it’s good to be old.” We had just watched a bit of a “press performance” from the White House featuring two noted medical experts named Trump and Kennedy.   We raised four kids after 1974, and each one received the MMR vaccine at some point, along with others that the good pediatricians at Oxboro Clinic in Bloomington recommended. Although I’ve always been skeptical, I had the utmost faith in those doctors and the overseers of the medical profession in state and federal government. A vaccine had never injured me and seems to have kept some nasty viruses at bay.  The MMR is also known as the Measles, Mumps, and Rubella vaccine. In 1963, the vaccine was approved for Measles. In 1967, another was approved for Mumps. In 1969, the Rubella vaccine was approved—three vaccines and three jabs to keep kids safe.  Then, in 1971, the drug giant Me...

Diversity Is Survival, Not Politics: Fragile Forests, Fragile Economies Writing for a general-interest publication like a community newspaper, one tends to think twice about how readers will react when you step into something political, which is much like stepping in doggy doo-doo. Will advertisers take umbrage if they are strongly offended by the ideas and pull their advertising? Will readers with opposite opinions get so angry they stop reading? Without apology, I’m going to jump into the DEI arguments. DEI is the three-letter acronym for Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion programs. The dividing line on DEI between the political left and right in the United States is about as stark as a line can get in our hyper-politicized country.  Moving beyond simple-minded slanders, I would say that diversity is not just some fad cooked up by bleeding-heart liberals like me. Fact is, uniformity in religion and hiring, like uniformity in forests or croplands, creates a fragile system. Diversity...

It’s been a year since the Bohunk and I left the wilderness compound on the Ridge alongside Lake Superior and returned to our roots in what is euphemistically called a manufactured home community. After spending a year in two different apartment buildings following our nuptials half a century ago, we bought a trailer house (they didn’t even call them mobile homes) in 1974. That community was alongside the soon-to-be-created Minnesota Zoo. As 20-somethings, newly parents, we decided that we didn’t mind starting life on society’s ladder as trailer trash. What goes around, comes around. After five decades of wedded bliss, and both of us sliding home to the average lifespan, our days follow a certain relaxed pattern. We may have had bucket lists, although they weren’t a thing until the movie Bucket List debuted in 2007; I don’t recall where they might be. It’s possible that if we had them, they’ve been lost about five houses ago. We’ve seen and done a fair amount over the years. These days...

Remember when the best comeback to a bully in school was, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” Of course, that statement is bullshit. The rhyme was meant to be a feel-good way for kids to fight back. The line first appeared in print in the mid-19th century in The Christian Recorder in March 1862, where it was introduced as an "old adage" taught to children. No adult, except a psychopath perhaps, can say they never hear hurtful words flung at them. Nor can they say they haven’t hurled hurtful words at others. I’ve heard and hurled my fair share of words with the power to hurt, sometimes accidentally. Putting words in their proper place does help you to keep your sanity, though.  I’ve been thinking a lot about another trope from school days that seems timeless: "The pen is mightier than the sword." The sentiment in this seven-word pronouncement is that persuasion, communication, and intellect are more effective means of changing the wo...