Jerry Nelson: looking back
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog and another year passes under my wheels.
Where did the year go? This seems a fitting time to investigate that issue by perusing my computer’s hard drive and the less-reliable, gray-matter-based organic memory banks.
One of the big events of this past year included my wife and I marking 30 years of marriage. This remarkable feat was made even more remarkable when we happened to meet Brad and Monica, a dairy farm couple who also tied the knot on that exact date!
We had a celebratory supper with Brad and Monica during which the wives swapped “war stories” about our wedding days. Brad and I mostly kept mum. Weddings are fairly abstract events for us guys; all we need to do is show up on time, wear a particular getup and stand where told. In other words, it’s much like childbirth.
Our wives had a very different, much more vivid perspective. They spoke of the all struggles and pains and worries leading up to the Big Event which, in the long view, was deemed to be Worth It. In other words, it’s very much like childbirth.
My job as journalist enabled me to meet and interview some very interesting folks during this past year, including a sitting governor. In all fairness, I also sat during our chat.
I am not a political animal. I peaked out, politically-wise, when I was elected secretary/ treasurer of our 4-H club. I don’t have the stomach for politics, but nevertheless enjoy watching our national blood sport.
The governor and I had a pleasant talk and discovered that we have many things in common. We both grew up milking cows in a stanchion barn and agreed that nothing good ever comes with a wet tail to the face. Both of us attended grade school in a one-room schoolhouse and eventually married gals of German descent.
Trouble arose when I learned that the governor, like me, has deep Nordic roots. I may have asked if he partakes of lutefisk and he might have replied that he doesn’t really care for the stuff.
Before I could stop myself, the word “Apostate!” might have leapt from my lips. This may explain why I haven’t been invited back. It’s also probably why mentioning that I know the governor hasn’t helped me with speeding tickets.
Another interesting person I met this past year was Trygve Trooin, a Norwegian bachelor farmer who has an extensive collection of bib overalls. I had long associated bib overalls with the phrase “stodgy old farmer”, but Trygve used some sort of mystical Norwegian jujitsu to turn this on its head. Specifically, he holds fashion shows as a way to publicly share his bib overall collection -- with said overalls modeled by attractive young ladies! Trygve is a flat-out genius.
Speaking of super-smart people, I also got to meet Temple Grandin. Dr. Grandin is autistic and a professor of Animal Sciences at Colorado State University. She has long been at the forefront of the movement to create more humane livestock slaughtering facilities.