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Redwood Falls Gazette - Redwood Falls - MN
  • The refrigerator of destiny

  • To the ordinary layman, a refrigerator is just a repository for keeping food and beverages cool.
    For me, it’s a personal museum of cultural destiny and achievement.
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  • When I interviewed Dr. Michals for this issue’s Gazette, it occurred to me the ultimate sign of success for a physician is if a patient in crisis lives.
    Then, as I was leaving the ACMC clinic, Dr. Michals said words to the effect of, “Well, there’s another article for my refrigerator.”
    It hit me that’s the ultimate sign of success for me. (Hey, he didn’t say, “...another article for the bottom of my bird cage.”)
    When I can walk into someone’s house and see an article I’ve written or photo I’ve taken cut out and stuck to someone’s refrigerator with magnets, I can think, “Yessss!” That’s the ultimate sign my work has connected with someone.
    The first time it happened was maybe a dozen years ago, when I visited an old lady on E. Broadway St. for an interview about something or other.
    When I went into her kitchen to sit down at the kitchen table, I looked around and saw one of my Gazette photos on her refrigerator.
    I took it one day during my league bowling, back before my married-with-kids days.
    Some other dad had brought his seven-or-eight month old son to the bowling alley with him, and the kid decided to explore. I looked up to see the baby starting to crawl down the lane toward the pins, grabbed my camera, and got a picture before the dad could catch the boy.
    Ha! Instant front page photo, no sweat involved. The next day I went to the Gazette, slapped it on the page, and forgot about it.
    So it was startling to see that photo up on the old lady’s refrigerator a couple weeks on. She didn’t even know who the kid was; she just liked the picture.
    It might not be the same as saving a life, but I’ll take it.  To the ordinary layman, a refrigerator is just a repository for keeping food and beverages cool.
    For me, it’s a personal museum of cultural destiny and achievement.
    . . . . .
    Last week the city was repairing some electric lines in the alley next to the Gazette offices. At a certain point all the lights went out and all the computers died.
    Not to be smug or anything, but as I sat there listening to my co-workers complain about their computers going blank, I couldn’t help sitting there and thinking, “HA! Nanny-nanny boo-boo! Pbbbbbbbt!”
    (Not to be smug or anything.)
    You see, one of my happier addictions is SAVING EVERYTHING ON MY COMPUTER EVERY FEW SECONDS!
    Page 2 of 2 - Every time I write a few sentences, every time I make a minor tweak on a photo I’m working on, my left thumb and index finger reach out and hit Command+S. It’s almost a reflex at this point. I do it hundreds of times a day.
    At most, if we lose power I only lose a few seconds worth of work. Heh -- and, if I may say so myself – heh.
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