Moose Lake Star Gazette - Serving Carlton and Pine Counties Since 1895

By Wick Fisher
Moose Lake Star Gazette 

Seasonal changes in full swing

Wick's World

 


While listening to David Bowie’s 1971 hit song “Changes” on the oldies station this morning, I reflected on all the changes taking place in my life in the past few weeks. The chorus in particular contained some poignant testimonials about life’s changes:

“Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

Turn and face the strain

Ch-ch-changes

Pretty soon now, you're gonna get older

Time may change me

But I can't trace time”

The change of seasons was a large reason why my wife and I migrated to Minnesota when most of our friends remained in Austin, Texas. Minnesota reflects the change of seasons as dramatically as anywhere in this diverse country of ours. Autumn was highlighted by September’s Harvest Moon. It was spectacular when the entire planet was treated to a rare occurrence, a total lunar eclipse. It was also called the “Blood Moon” because, if you stayed up late enough to watch the second half of this spectacular display, you got to see the moon turn red. Even television took advantage of this extravaganza. They showed the action live and tagged it with the name “Super Moon Lunar Eclipse 2015 Live.”

Television seems to have the ability to take a spectacle and turn it into a "must see" television show — or for that matter a made for TV series. If you wasted a few minutes of your precious life watching “60 Minutes” Sunday evening, it was obvious the media coverage for the presidential primaries has turned a spectacle into a full blown, ready for prime time farce that will likely be named “The Donald.” It will feature "you know who" starring as the man living in a delusional world who is spectacularly in love with himself. If he gets elected to the presidency, get ready for the biggest changes this country has seen since the Civil War.

Let’s rewind, back to the change of seasons. I returned from my sister’s house in Nebraska this weekend where the seasonal changes were marked by the corn and soybean fields, ripe for harvest. I took comfort in the fact that while their front yard was filled with baseball size walnuts, all I had to deal with in Minnesota were small, marble size acorns.

A big change coming in our families will be my sister and her husband’s permanent move to Texas in three weeks. For the last 30 years, my family spent most of our Christmases with our families at the home they shared with my parents. We helped them pack a few items and reminisce a little, but the highlight of the weekend was our five-hour marathon game of “Texas Hold ’em.” The hundred dollar prize went to my brother-in-law, who appropriately said he will wait until he gets to Texas to spend the money.

In 10 days, I will be heading out to the Missouri River in South Dakota. This year’s annual journey will include two changes. The first change, I will not be hunting pheasants with my old South Dakota buddies as is the norm. The second change is seasonal related. On the Missouri River, they have what is referred to as a "fall run" — when autumn comes into play, there can be great walleye fishing.

When I go back to my old hometown and toss a line into the Missouri River, often near the very spot where I spent my Huck Finn days, I return to the simpler times of 1950s when life as a kid meant bass, bullheads, baseball and bicycles. The glorious past is one thing that will never change. I wouldn’t want it to.

 

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