Saturday, July 31st at 704 15th St N in Moorhead
8am-1pm

Come one come all to the free-est yard sale around!  We decimated our bodies by losing
10% of our mass, now we are giving away 10% of our stuff.

Hoarders Discouraged, Conversation Encouraged

Free coffee and cookies while they last!
Items to be given away include:

Boxing handwraps
Baseball cards
Chairs (1 rocker, 1 zebra striped)
Books
Glasses
Board Games
Bakeware
Towels
Sheets
Boys clothing (mostly 2T and 3T)
Girls clothing (mostly 0-9 months)
Mens clothing (mostly XL and 36W)
Womens clothing (mostly XL, 14, 16, 18)

We recently took a road trip to Duluth and I got a chance to perform at a new playground near Canal Park.  My mother-in-law requested that I break out the juggling and after a few minutes the curious kids and parents came over to check it out.  I spoke with several of the parents about how to get started contact juggling and promised some links, here they are!

ContactJuggling.Org – This site is a treasure trove of information and the hub of the international contact juggling community.  Yes, there really is such a thing.

NeonHusky.Com – This is where I order my balls online, a quality vendor with reasonable prices.  I recommend the contact juggling starter kit.

Thanks to the Tri Valley Opportunity Council for rectifying the sign issue and making it clear that families with young children are in fact welcome to play with the toys.

The Tri Valley Opportunity Council does a lot of things right, but they sure misfired with this tone deaf message to parents of young children seeking to play at Robert Asp Elementary.  It seems to me that if a group wants to protect their resources from being played with by the community, it ought to bring the toys inside, not fence them off from the rest of the public school’s playground and post intimidating signs.

Long last assured of safety’s face,
he paused to ponder the human race.

Languid adrift in sun’s last rays, then
paddling swift to beat the shade, the
dying’s wish for one more day.

Amidst the silent lack of fear
unburdened mind thinks last thoughts clear:

“We are the light at end of day.  Gone for now, but not to stay.”

On the longest day of the year, the summer solstice, I drove ten hours straight back to the western edge of Minnesota from Marquette, Michigan. Stopping only a few times, I managed to leave the Upper Peninsula by 9am Eastern and arrive back at the big house in Moorhead by 6pm Central. But here is what happened first.

I left for my solo adventure Friday afternoon, excited to be a part of Zach and Ashley’s wedding and a bit nervous about having so much time on my own with my wife and children back at home. Would they miss me? Of course they would. But would I miss them?

National forests and tailgating were my constant companions as I drove through northern Minnesota and Wisconsin. I felt compelled to lay on my horn at two different points: once for a deer and once for a der-der. Six hours later I pulled in to the Bad River Lodge and Casino near Ashland, WI where I was awarded the last available room, a jacuzzi suite. There I found a genuine Jacuzzi, but it was not so sweet. More of a jacuzzi sour. The relatively bare room featured an oversized bathtub near the bed and an unobstructed view of the 13″ television which made high pitched whining noises on every channel above 13.

Thinking I might enjoy losing $10, I walked to the attached casino and took in the flashing lights, smoky air, and unfriendly atmosphere. So much casual desperation in such a small space caused me to return to the solitude of my suite where I spent the night flipping through the channels in my big bathtub. I missed my wife and kids.

Saturday was to be my easy day on the road, only three and a half hours to Marquette so I could check in to the hotel in plenty of time for the rehearsal and groom’s dinner. It was easy, but that did not stop me from missing a turn and adding an extra forty-five minutes to the trip. D’oh!

The hotel, The Landmark, was eight floors of stunning old school beauty, blending modern amenities and the understated elegance of classical furnishings in each room. My room looked like my mother had been given an unlimited budget to decorate her dream guest bedroom, then added a Gideon’s Bible in the desk drawer to give it that touch of hotel flair. The view was also much better than the casino parking lot of the previous night, an angled but still awe inspiring view of Lake Superior complete with a massive and currently unused loading dock. I had a chance to meet some of Zach and Ashley’s relatives during the rehearsal and dinner, they were very welcoming and charming people which helped me to be more confident about how the ceremony would go.

After the dinner, I walked down to the park near the shore to juggle, bringing along my iPod speaker cooler busking bag. Feeling free as a bird, I turned on the tunes and broke out some moves, working up a sweat and channelling the breakdancer from that Dirty Vegas video, you know the one, about the guy who dances every year to bring back his lost love? Most people pretended I wasn’t awesome, but three teen boys were brave enough to come over and say WTF? so they were rewarded with my best moves.

Five years ago, my good friend Brian asked me to marry him. To his fiance.

I said, “You’re crazy,” he told me how to get myself ordained and registered with the county, and the end result was a beautiful ceremony at Frontenac State Park near Red Wing, MN. I thought this was a one-off, but it turns out there is a market for my ministerial duties. Friends and acquaintances began contacting me and asking a very personal question. “Will you marry us?” I have now helped more than a dozen couples celebrate the beginning of their married lives.

On June 5, I had the honor of officiating an intimate ceremony for Ramsay and Amanda at Glacial Lakes State Park near Morris, MN. This was perhaps the smallest and most personalized service I have ever witnessed. The wedding took place along a path surrounded by natural beauty, and there was no audience as everyone in attendance was a vital part of the ceremony.

In addition to my official duties I was asked to wield a microphone back at the reception to address the hundred or so attendees, introducing the happy couple, raising a glass to toast the future, and clearing the floor for their first dance. I enjoyed the microphone so much that later in the night when “Bust A Move” started playing over the sound system it was a small step to ask the DJ for the mic and start rapping and dancing karaoke style.

My next gig is a destination wedding in beautiful Marquette, Michigan. It is a ten hour drive so I will be traveling solo for this one. No two weddings are exactly alike, much as no two couples are exactly alike. People get married all kinds of crazy ways and I am happy to be of service.