Goodbye Duluth By Michael Flynn When star-struck young Martin Reilly leaves his hometown of Duluth, Minnesota, to follow his dreams in Hollywood, he ends up blowing any chance he ever had in the film industry. After doing some serious soul-searching, Martin launches into a different calling from above. Drawing on experience from his Hollywood days, Martin finds his new job satisfying and a perfect fit… until it becomes just that—a job. As Martin begins teetering back down the road to self-destruction, he receives help coming from surprising places, restoring his hope and giving him the courage to find his way back to his original dream.
They did what most people only talk about. LaVonne and her husband Tom sold their home in Minnesota and launched a six year sailing adventure that took them from their homeport in Duluth Minnesota, up the St. Lawrence Seaway, down the Atlantic Coast, through the Caribbean, Panama Canal, and onward to the South Pacific and the pristine coastline of New Zealand.
This book is one mans attempt to make peace with a world that was on the brink of mutually agreed upon destruction. He chose a bicycle as his medium of expression and named it Friend. His intent was to go from California and head east until going to The Soviet Union. He wanted to meet Soviets and show others that they were alright. He made it as far as East Germany but was not allowed travel any farther east. From there the traveling cyclist heades for the Mediterranean and the Middle East. And then onward around the world. He ran out of money after one year of traveling. He traveled across large continents like Australi and China and circumvented the Philippines, Taiwan, South Korea and Japan. In all he comes away with a world experience and a new way of looking at the planet.
Reverend Roy has written a series of articles which share his life story from past to present. Each article is a look into a particular time in Reverend Roy’s life. The word or title of reverend often allows some to believe Mr. Roy has always followed God’s Word and did not willingly or consciously participate in street life. That is not the case. Mr. Roy, now Reverend Roy, has seen and has been involved in the street life game for many years from childhood to adulthood. And side note here, he was very good at it before he became weary. Sick and tired of being sick and tired, Mr. Roy began the journey of tapping into his life’s purpose. But it did not happen overnight. It did not happen easily. It did not happen without his understanding that change needed to occur. It did not happen without his full participation in his own life. His journey helped him come to understand that God loves you no matter who you are, no matter what you’ve done, no matter the circumstances you were born into. Reverend Roy’s son holding his own son
Wayne is an avid stargazer, and nothing makes him happier than being with his boyfriend, Adam, beneath a night sky that is blanketed with stars. They live near a park and lake along a dead-end street, and late-one evening, while gazing through Waynes telescope, they see a flash of light in the distance with a boom of thunder. Theyre both concerned and curious about what it was. Perhaps a small plane had crashed, or something else could have exploded. They werent sure. So they both decide to go for a hike over the trails behind their house. Their journey begins after they meet two strangers beside the lake. One is human, and the other is much different. Both have come here on a mission of great importance. There are vile and hateful individuals from another dimension who have come here to conquer anyone they can get their hands on, and they must be stopped before Earth becomes their next target.
In a day when farm folks pitched in together to accomplish tasks too big for one person, when strangers shared car rides, and housewives lingered over cups of hot coffee, a small boy named Joe discovered the richness of life on his grandfather's farm. A gentle, adventurous, and proud boy enraptured by farm life, Joe learned at a tender age that he had a way with animals, both domestic and wild. On Grandpa's farm, he became fast friends with a dog, a deer, a rabbit, and even a blue jay. His feathered and furry companions seemed to understand him just as perfectly as he did them. Their many carefree escapades included hunting woodchucks, visiting the barbershop, playing in the schoolyard, riding in the rumble seat of Grandpa's coupe, fishing in the creek, eating spaghetti lunches at the county fair, and much more. A memoir from the heart, this is the spirited tale of a young boy coming of age in a bygone era as he makes lasting memories and enduring friendships exploring field and forest with a bevy of animal buddies.
White Ermine Across Her Shoulders has all the elements expected by readers of Ethel Mortenson Daviss poetry. The lines are highly imagistic and intense. Descriptions of the earths beauty are intermingled with comments, sometimes caustic, about the human experience. Often a music rises that is both emotional and filled with language and insights that remain in the memory long after the book has been put down. This, Daviss second volume, speaks eloquently about Kevin Michael Davis, her son who died of cancer in 2010 in Poughkeepsie, NY, and touches on other family relationships, making some of the poems more personal than those she has published before. These poems are balanced with an understanding of the universe and all of its creatures that encompasses both delight and wisdom. What makes this collection appealing is an intellectual depth that resonates, in the way of Emily Dickenson, with the imagistic and emotional core that has always been a hallmark of Daviss poetry.
This book is part of our history, one that has slipped from memory in the passage of time. The story of Nick Coleman, one of his generations most inspired leaders, while overdue, is still worth telling, and surely it carries important lessons for us now. Walter F. Mondale In January 1973, Nick Coleman became the fi rst Democrat in 114 years to lead the majority in the Minnesota Senate. He provided the vision and leadership required to enact the Minnesota equivalent of Lyndon Johnsons social and economic programs known as the Great Society. This was the high tide of liberal politics in Minnesota, the crest in voter support that also sent Hubert Humphrey, Eugene McCarthy, and Walter Mondale to national prominence. For the Good of the Order chronicles Nick Colemans role in the legislative cauldron that resulted in Minnesota being recognized throughout the country as the state that works. Despite spirited political challenges, these remarkable achievements resulted from genuine collaboration from both sides of the aisle. Moreover, the debate over these initiatives helped raise Minnesotas legislative branch to coequal status with the executive. Sadly, they also marked the beginning of the demise of civility, respect, and compromise among lawmakers. Coleman was an Irish-American, and proud of his heritage. His talent for leadership was surely enhanced by his Celtic wit and view of the world. No caricature of the Irish pol, however, Coleman used his verbal gifts and charm to offer reasons why a hesitant colleague could safely follow him when votes were needed for controversial bills. He led from the front, especially when debate was most intense, and unfl inchingly took the fi ercest fi re from adversaries. When Nick Coleman left the political arena in 1981, a wave of conservatism was sweeping the country. Since his departure, much of the agenda Coleman fought so hard to accomplish has been diluted or reversed. Nevertheless, his legacy remains an inspiration to all who believe that a society should be judged by how it treats its weakest and least powerful. Perhaps Hubert Humphrey voiced this belief most succinctly when he said, ...the moral test of government is how that government treats those who are in the dawn of life, the children; those who are in the twilight of life, the elderly; those who are in the shadows of life: the sick, the needy and the handicapped. Those were the people Nick Coleman fought forand never forgot.
