The link below will lead you to what Health Magazine calls the "50 Fattiest Foods in the States." It takes aim at what it believes to be the worst offenders each of the states has to offer. I’m not familiar with North Dakota’s offering, but I am with Minnesota’s, California’s, South Dakota’s, Wisconsin’s, Nevada’s and of course, Kentucky’s. I’d like to meet (meat?) a few of the others. Especially Kansas’ contestant and possibly Michigan’s. Enjoy. Or don’t. Special thanks to Bro#1 for sending this my way.
Woody, Buzz, and the rest of the toys are at it again on the big screen, this time facing a life-changing event as their owner, Andy, prepares to leave home and start college. Yes, its been 11 years since Toy Story 2, and 15 years since the original Toy Story came out in 1995. With this length of time passing, a clever story line and sharp animation are a must, and Toy Story 3 delivers.
I’ve always considered the original and TS 2 to be classics, probably among my top 50 movies of all-time. Toy Story 3 is far edgier and funnier. It’s Toy Story meets Die Hard, if that’s possible. It’s an action movie masquerading as an animation. Karlstad, MN resident Ned Beatty lends his voice to the movie’s most sinister character, "Lots-O-Huggin Bear" and nearly steals the show. The plot twists are numerous and unexpected (I guess that’s why they are called twists) and the 109-minute adventure rolls seamlessly along.
And while I thought the animation was excellent, I’m still not sold on the 3-D aspect of this or any other recent 3-D movie. Maybe I don’t fully understand the intent, but I never once felt like the action was jumping off the screen towards me. Am I missing something?
Toy Story 3 is a must-see. It helps if you’ve seen 1 and 2, but it’s not a deal-breaker by any means. Kids and adults alike will enjoy.
I’ve mentioned several times in this space that my parents don’t have a computer, or internet, or a cell phone, or…well, you get the picture. They’re old-school, which is pretty cool. But that doesn’t prevent their own children, and their grandchildren, from making comments such as "I sent you an e-mail about that" or "I texted you this morning but I didn’t hear back from you." It’s pretty funny and they play along.
So you would think their lack of owning anything invented after 1990 would cause them to be in the dark about this blog. Not so. Enter my aunt and uncle in New Brighton, MN. About every week or so they print out the most recent blog entries and put them in the mail bound for Stephen, MN. (Note: to those of you under the age of 20, the United States Post Office will deliver letters and things from one place to another if you put "stamps" on them. Crazy, I know.) Upon receiving the blog entries, I envision that they are read around the kitchen table. The reason I know they read them is because they are able to recite back to me specific information contained within the blog. It’s usually a week or two after the fact, but at least they get to see it. For that I thank my aunt and uncle.
Which brings me to my father’s birthday. For the 79th straight year it falls on The Fourth of July. We get together and celebrate it every year. I’m going to get you a card, but I thought you’d like seeing it on the "internet". So, happy birthday Dad. I’m guessing you will read this on Friday or Saturday.
A few days ago, several members of the Minnesota Wild organization were in Roseau for a special appearance. TV’s Dave Schwab and I were on the scene to cover the event. Bigfoot Defenseman John Scott was there. He is 6’8" tall and weighs 260 pounds. I’ve seen Coke machines smaller than him.
Anyway, the bigger news of the day was when the event was over, we raced through the streets of Roseau carefully made our way to Earl’s Drive In. Earl’s is a Roseau landmark. A lot of people anxiously await the fishing opener. I anxiously await the Earl’s opener. If you’ve never been, you need to go. The food is incredible. On the day in question, we both devoured a double Loboy with fries. A Loboy is basically a cheeseburger with Canadian Bacon on it. I’ve chosen to capitialize Canadian Bacon because not only is it a great meat, it’s a great movie. Thank you, Canada! And the fries are so good and plentiful that your attention is divided. Here is the obligatory photo:
Please excuse the raindrops. It was pouring. I can only assume our waitress (green jacket), was named employee of the week. On a related note, Dave Schwab was named employee of the week at WDAZ.
*It turns out that the Jamestown buffalo doesn’t have a name…yet. A contest is being held this summer to give it a name and the good people of Jamestown would like to hear your suggestions. Yes, I’m entering a name.
*Thanks to RSD for the heads-up on the Tennis Match That Will Not End. When she called yesterday it was "only" 29-29 in the 5th set tie-breaker. The cynic in me thinks these two guys cooked the idea up to gain attention and fame. Well-played gigantic American guy and French guy.
*Made a trip to Roseau this week and it will be discussed tomorrow in a very special edition of Reggie Tales.
*Yet another Juicy Lucy sighting this week. El Roco, you’re on the clock.
*This should go without saying, but it doesn’t get much better than the "Jazz On Tap" trio from Grand Forks. They were gigging last night at the Grand Forks County Fair. On one side of them were two guys carving things out of wooden logs with chainsaws. On the other side were two guys riding those really loud, little motorcycles. And through it all, they banged out some classics, including an awesome rendition of "Penny Lane." Only at the fair.
*A Reggie Tales shout out to my friend Peter at the courthouse.
This tornado video is from last Thursday, June 17. I shot this at the entrance of the Grand Forks Airport, just off of Highway 2, at about 5:00 in the afternoon. It is the first time in my television career that I’ve witnessed first-hand a tornado. I know the word surreal gets thrown around a lot, but it’s the only appropiate word. I didn’t have time to be frightened because I didn’t think it was quite real. The twister eventually touches down just north of the airport in an open field. Shortly thereafter, it dissipates. I then chased its remains to Oslo, MN, but I think I scared it away.
Until this past weekend, there were only a handful of American cities that I’d never been to. Included in that list were New York City, Miami, and Jamestown, ND. Well, I can cross Jamestown off the list. Sure, I’d been through Jamestown many times, but I’d never actually went into the town or spent any time there. And thanks to Blonde Daughter’s great idea ("you should blog about this"), I was able to kill two birds with one stone…ps, that saying has been around for a couple hundred years, if not more. Doesn’t it seem strange that someone hasn’t coined a new phrase?
Jamestown is really excited about buffaloes. In fact, they claim to have the world’s largest buffalo on display:
This thing is really big. The people standing under his face were normal-sized human beings, so that gives you a pretty good idea of its size. I didn’t catch his name but he sits on top of the hill as you enter Jamestown, on the north side of I-94. And it has a really mean look on its face.
Another must-see on your next trip to Jamestown is one of the most historic baseball fields in North Dakota, Jack Brown Stadium.
Jack Brown Stadium is where Jamestown’s very own Darin Erstad honed his game. Erstad played 14 seasons in the Major Leagues and won a World Series with the Angels in 2002. It’s the kind of ballpark that makes you want to go out there and take a few swings.
The population of Jamestown is about 15,000, and it has a hospital, a couple of clinics, some nice tennis courts, a Pizza Ranch, and lots of things with the word "buffalo" in the name. I can’t wait for my next North Dakota Adventure. I’m looking at you Williston and Dickinson.
The latest entry into the Great Juicy Lucy Debate is the Green Mill. Late last week I went there with one of the Farming Bros. If you recall, he and the other Farming Bro. had sampled the JL a while back, and to their dismay and amusement, Green Mill forgot to put the cheese inside it. That would be akin to forgetting to put the cheese inside a grilled cheese sandwich.
But still we went. The JL at the GM is a special item and isn’t on the regular menu. And when you order it, you have to look around the room first and then whisper it.
The JL’s arrived and at first glance they were big. I waited a couple of minutes to bite into it but I didn’t need to. There was cheese inside, but not very much. I consulted with FB and he agreed. The Green Mill made two separate hamburgers with some cheese between them but not really in the middle. And while it was good, what it boiled down to was a really big double-cheeseburger. Bottom line is: for a juicy lucy to be successful, you have to believe that it is a single entity. That it’s one chunk of food without a bunch of moving parts. Also, it was $9.99, which is too much for a JL. The very idea of a JL is that it should be cheap, like it was intended to be when invented in Minneapolis.
*I’m hearing good things about "The A-Team" movie from a reliable movie-goer.
*Some Stephen guys, I’ll call them the Farming Bros., went to the Green Mill for a Juicy Lucy recently. A funny thing happened when they got their JL’s: there wasn’t any cheese in them. I guess that isn’t funny "ha ha" but more funny "strange." I’m going to make a surprise visit tonight. Please don’t tell them I’m coming. I don’t want to add any pressure to them like I do when I go to a Twins game. Look for the review early next week.
*"My Worst Movies Ever" list comes out to tomorrow. It’s very controversial. That’s how I roll.
*A friend of mine in Hollyweird Los Angeles called last week and told me about two earthquakes he endured. They were in the neighborhood of 3.7 on the Richter scale and he said it felt like someone was throwing "sticks of dynamite" at his house.
*Reggie Tales shout out to my new friend "Buzz." With a name like that, you have to be pretty cool.