Steve Fernlund and The Long Way Home

When tragedies like airplane crashes, terrorist attacks, severe storms, wildfires, and, too often, school shootings happen, the media coverage is extensive and intense. Reporters and videographers seem to arrive promptly after the incident, and the story is on continuous repeat as the story develops. As the SS Edmund Fitzgerald slipped below the surface of Lake Superior fifty years ago, communication and video technology weren’t nearly as good as they are today. Still, Dave Anderson on the Duluth ABC affiliate WDIO-TV interrupted the "Monday Night Football" game on November 10, 1975, within hours of the ship going down to report that the Edmund Fitzgerald had sunk in Lake Superior. The station had received confirmation of the wreck and felt it was a story of significant community importance that needed immediate reporting, despite interrupting a popular program. Bill Hansen, now living in Grand Marais, was a recent college grad in 1975, working as a reporter and camera operat...

I am an early adopter of the written word. Although I’m too old to testify to the veracity of particular memories, I recall the prideful delight I took as a child when I could look at a jumble of letters and realize they represented an actual word. I’d repeat that word many times and work it into my ramblings until I discovered the next word, or my tormented parents shouted, “Enough already!” Not only did I see Dick and Jane in schoolbooks, I saw the words surrounding them. Fascinated, I decided that all I’d ever really need to learn in this life was already written down. All I had to do was find it. When I was kept out of school in third or fourth grade for an extended period because I’d contracted the "kissing disease,"  aka Infectious Mononucleosis, the school assigned me a tutor who came to the house periodically to keep me up to speed on what the teacher was forcing on the other kids. This woman was a passionate advocate for kids' reading. She told my mother that I s...

Photo by David Johnson, Grand Marais, MN We all know the phrase "Finders keepers, losers weepers." It is commonly used in children's speech as a declaration of possession. As adults, it describes a situation where one person benefits greatly from another's misfortune, mistake, or oversight. Growing up, my best buddy was Rand Jensen, who lived one street over from our house on 17th Avenue. We were inseparable, playing ball and riding bikes, and walking to school. Our parents were also good friends, and our families often took lake vacations together.  One thing Rand had that I never quite matched was his ability to find coins and currency that were just lying on the ground. It didn’t matter where we were, he’d see money that people lost ten times more often than I did. He personified “Finder Keepers.” It was always a surprise to see his luck in action. In a decade of living near the end of the road in the woods of rural Cook County, we had no trick-or-treaters at Hallo...

In the spirit of today,  All Hallows' Eve, I bring you the following scary story. Last week, the Bohunk left me. On Monday, she went with our daughter, Jess, and granddaughter Chloe to Fargo to celebrate our grandson, Connor’s, birthday. Three nights and four days is the longest separation we’ve had since joining the “trailer trasherati” in July. I’ve come to understand that the work the Bohunk does around the house is important, and I’ve picked up the necessary skills to get the essentials done when she’s not around. I didn’t vacuum or make the bed until the last day, but I did take care of the animals daily. Each of the two dogs has a different menu for their two-a-day meals. Winthrop is simpler: just fill his cat food bowl with kibbles when he starts following me around and meowing his unhappiness. The Bohunk always feeds the dogs, so she left two pages of precisely written instructions--neither of us trusts my memory anymore. Routine is essential for old men like me and adult c...