Ben Bruin was 75 years old, stood five feet, eight inches tall, weighed 275 pounds, had been a grumpy widower for 10 years and lived alone in a cabin on the edge of the woods. Most who knew him considered him a growly bear of a man. In December, he saw the doctor and complained of not being able to sleep. The doctor gave him a prescription and told him "take these — they should knock you out."
I know readers of this column are forward-thinking folks who tune in to what experts predict will be happening in the future. That's why I report to you now that studies show that the market for edible bugs will be worth up to $1.2 billion by 2023. Around two billion people are already eating insects.
I went to the arena To watch some hockey games But as I read through the program I was struck by players' names None of my generation were still in print Not a single Gordon and nary a Clint There were Wills by the dozen and never a Bill Never a Gilbert and seldom a Gil We had many a Kenny, but now there aren't any Not a single Ralph, Eugene or Benny The names are modern now, much cooler no doubt Now Bernard, Norman and Harold are totally out Taylor, Tyler, Trey and Tauer Are names of our lads of the hour
Zimbabwe has 16.5 million people and only 12 trained psychiatrists, or one psychiatrist for every 1.5 million people. And that's a huge problem, because due to wars and tribal atrocities, there is a huge amount of loneliness and depression in that country, including PTSD. The problem came into focus in 2006 when a person who had threatened suicide was set up with a mental health evaluation, then missed her appointment because she didn't have the $15 necessary to catch a bus and see the doctor. She committed suicide — a common tragedy in Zimbabwe.
Every year about this time, the Motion Picture Academy awards Oscars to the best actors, actresses, movies, music, sound effects (24 categories) of the movies of the past year. This year will be the 91st year. The big Oscar celebration will be on Feb. 24. It's the glamour business: glitz, fame, fortune, big egos, plunging necklines and long speeches. But my DIDO awards are not about Hollywood, they're about the day-in, day-out (DIDO) services of ordinary, hard working men and women who perform needed services, but are unknown and unrecognized for the good things they do.
During the long siege of brutally cold temperatures, heavy snow, church cancellations, school and business closings and general hunkering down in mid-January and early February, there was general grumbling about "cabin fever." Cabin Fever, as defined, is the general irritability, listlessness and boredom resulting from long confinement or isolation indoors during the winter. The good news is that cabin fever is not fatal. I am of the opinion that cabin fever is a relatively recent concept and is symptomatic of a certain softness that is embarrassing to admit.
Just a few days ago when we were in the pit of our January cold wave, it was 38 below zero overnight with enough wind to send a message to your bare nose that it would never forget. Nearby, the windchill was 66 below. Weather like that freezes your mind so that you can't think about anything else. Everybody I talked to asked me the same question: "Is it cold enough for ya?" Being in a grumpy mood (because of the 38 below, with wind) I couldn't give a straight answer.
When George W. Bush (President 43) was running for president, it was common to comment on all the advantages he had experienced growing up and as a young man. He grew up in a prominent, well-to-do family. His grandfather had been a congressman from Connecticut, his father a war hero, successful oil man in Texas, experienced politician (President 41), his mother outspoken and totally supportive; he was the eldest child of a close-knit family.
(Note to readers: On Jan. 18, a farewell-recognition reception and program was held at the Detroit Lakes Public Library, a Carnegie Library, for retiring Library Directo, Mary Haney. She's scheduled to retire on Jan. 31, after 20 years of dedicated service to the library.
There are over 100 fish houses on the lake and as a man drives by and looks out there, he wonders what is going on inside those private huts. Last year he was invited to join some ice fishermen and he had a good time. He caught the only fish of the four fishermen, a small walleye, and he was never invited back.