1983: Taking a Big Risk
At the risk of angering someone who now carries a gun to work on a daily basis, I bring you this photo, fresh from the archives of 1983.
This is young Chris Dybevick. Although I cannot be entirely certain he is the Chris Dybevick, currently a captain in the Worthington Police Department, how many Chris Dybevicks can there be?
Please don't blame him for the hair. Everyone had big hair in 1983. As I've previously noted here, I myself strikingly resembled a tiny bipedal poodle at this time. Hairstyles of this era were not kind.
If you're competitive, you should probably not golf against Captain Dybevick. A 38 is a pretty darn good score.
Anyone know if still finds time to golf, while he's not busting evil-doers? Is he still this good or has he gotten even better with years of practice? (Scary thought.)
Congrats on the 38 20 years ago!
Posted by: Kari Lucin, Reporter on 5/09/2008 at 2:59 PM | Comments (0) | Permalink
1983: Oh the Perfidy
Words cannot describe what a complete jerk this burglar was.
First of all, they were robbing a church, which gets you automatic jerk points from most people.
It's also stupid. Churches don't keep money around. Money from offerings gets put someplace secure and the staff, being, well, staff at a church, probably don't have a whole heckuva lot of money in the first place. Finding enough money to make robbing a church worth the risk is pretty dang unlikely.
Second, this poor pastor was alone in the church working on a Saturday night (and a lot of pastors do this; my dad does this a lot more since his home study was taken over to become the family's computer room). All he wants is a nice cup of tea and he gets mugged, right inside the church. Churches are supposed to be safe places, and they usually are. I wonder if poor Pastor Barnhill ever went to work alone in the evenings again.
The mugger got just $18, and the pastor got three cuts on the neck for his trouble. Doesn't seem fair, does it?
Posted by: Kari Lucin, Reporter on 5/09/2008 at 12:25 PM | Comments (0) | Permalink
Good Morning: Holy Moly
Looked at our hit counter today and it says we've had 1,000 hits today! Where are you folks coming from? Is there a link to us on some high-falutin' site somewhere? (Or a low-falutin' one?)
Welcome, wherever you are from, and welcome to Friday. Usually on Friday I post historical articles, photos and ads from the Daily Globe's past, along with occasional snarky comments. I plan to start this around 12ish today.
Until then, enjoy another Daily Globe Blog tradition: Six-word stories. Every day I come up with at least two six-word stories and post them here, and often readers participate and post their own in the comments thread. (I love reading those, by the way.)
So here we are!
Bombarding spiders! Quick, into the lake!
Swings creaking alone, past playground memories.
Posted by: Kari Lucin, Reporter on 5/09/2008 at 10:18 AM | Comments (2) | Permalink
Worst Nightmares
A great post on our brother-blog, "It's Good to be in N.D." details the awesomeness of catching a gigantic northern and the utter and complete horror of being bombarded by a horde of tiny spiders.
I'm not going to go too deeply into this, since it gives me the profound willies, but I do have to honor Logan's bravery in the face of arachnids.
I would have jumped out of the darn boat, probably fishing pole and all.
Posted by: Kari Lucin, Reporter on 5/08/2008 at 4:41 PM | Comments (0) | Permalink
Six Words
It's been a pretty busy day today and I have to admit I don't feel like blogging in the slightest. However! We must have our six-word stories of the day.
Lemon and ice in water: civilization.
Running, breathless, striving to finish... first!
Posted by: Kari Lucin, Reporter on 5/08/2008 at 3:19 PM | Comments (3) | Permalink
Travels with Grace
I'm pleased to report that my 3-year-old, Grace, and I returned safely last night from a visit to Saratoga Springs, N.Y., where most of my immediate family lives. It was a whirlwind adventure, as we left Saturday afternoon and had the better part of three days out east before jumping back on a plane in Albany and doing the flying thing all over again. And, much to my delight, Grace - who at different times has intoned a desire to be a teacher, a doctor and work at the Globe - may well be inclined to work in the aviation industry. She loved flying.
I, however, am not so eager to return to the air again after the various misadventures we had. Sure, we made it to our destination and back - and, for the most part, on time - but with a number of unfortunate and unnecessary travails.
First of all, the stewardess we had on our flight from Sioux Falls to O'Hare was easily the rudest I've ever encountered in 30 years of air travel. She started yelling at me because I asked her, essentially, not to stand two inches away from me like a den mother while I tried to shut off my just-purchased cell phone. I have never been spoken to like that while traveling on a plane, train or bus - with Grace in my presence, no less - and after telling my wife about this experience, I think she's making darn sure this woman doesn't enjoy the opportunity to repeat this offense with another party.
All in all, however ... the trip there was fine, and Grace handled this little trifle of adversity with aplomb. And then there was the trip back.
Getting out of Albany was delayed somewhat (it was a classic hurry-onto-the-plane-and-then-sit-motionless-forever scenario) and though we wound up touching down in Chicago a mere 20 minutes late, we were left with a scant 35 minutes until the scheduled takeoff of our flight to Sioux Falls. And, while our trip eastward had an easy connection and a two-hour layover, our return - of course - had little time to spare, a long, long walk to a shuttle bus and another lengthy walk to our final gate.
The gate (F1) had what I guess could be called "sub-gates," as there were five small planes parked on the same general area of the runway. Fortunately, when we got to the gate, the woman working there knew exactly who were, congratulated us and smiled for making our connection, and then led us off to the plane.
The wrong one.
We boarded a small plane, and Grace and I made our way past dozens of smiling passengers who appeared genuinely happy that this cute little girl and her perspiring, dishelved daddy were able to join them for a ride. Grace and I sat down, and I promptly turned to her and said something to the effect of, "Grace, I'm so proud of you. You are an awesome traveler! Now we're on our plane to Sioux Falls and headed home!" And that's when a woman turned around and asked, with a fraction of panic, "Where are you going?" I repeated our destination, and she countered by relating the plane we were on was heading for Scranton, Pa. I said, "You're kidding, right?" She wasn't.
We immediately rushed off the plane and - thanks to the help of the plane's staff - were able to get on the right plane, on the other side of the runway. Of course, we had to retrieve Grace's stroller, get that set up, juggle two-carry on bags and hoof it rapidly across at least a football field. We got on the next plane, sat down and I again went through congratulations for Grace. Luckily, no one turned around with more bad news.
We made it back to Sioux Falls after flying through a thunderstorm (Grace was saying "Wheeee!" during the bumps at first, then fell asleep), and touched down with much relief. But then our big bag we had checked in Albany wasn't there. "Sorry, for some reason it appears to be in Fargo," we were told. I sighed, checked my temper, and just counted my blessings that I wasn't stuck in Scranton.
I filled out some kind of form, gathered up Grace and headed out into a parking lot that wasn't quite as illuminated as I'd hoped it would be. "Daddy, how are you going to find your car? It's too dark!" Grace said. More than five minutes later, she added, "Daddy, maybe you should ask for help." Shortly thereafter, we found it, got in, paid our parking fees and were on way back to Worthington. My little girl, I think, was asleep before we were even out of the airport lot.
So ... quite an adventure. Will I fly again soon? Sure, if I have the opportunity and it's reasonably affordable. Will I fly United? That's uncertain.
And now, since this has gone on long enough, I'll sum this up in six words, for folks who are enjoying those little entries (count me among them):
Crazy flights. Happy to be home.
Posted by: Ryan McGaughey, Managing Editor on 5/07/2008 at 8:57 PM | Comments (2) | Permalink
A Scary Idea
I have a suggestion for the Chamber of Commerce, which is always working hard to bring people to the Worthington area. Part of our problem is a lack of blatantly obvious tourist attractions (apart from our fantastically windy lake). There are plenty of ideas about what could attract people to the area, so maybe this one isn't the best, but here it goes.
We need a lake monster.
Nessie, of Loch Ness, has no doubt brought in millions of dollars to the Loch Ness area as curious tourists seek to spot the elusive sea monster.
Now Lake Pepin, up in Lake City, has a lake monster. Someone has even offered a $50,000 reward for bringing in a picture of the beastie, nicknamed "Pepie."
I think we can do better than that. All we need is for a few people to claim they saw some sort of unidentified mysterious object in the lake. They wouldn't even have to lie. People find all kinds of weird things in lakes, after all! From there, rumors would no doubt start and provide us with some people who Want To Believe in our Lake Okabena Monster.
A less ecologically-sound idea would be to actually drop a baby monster off in the lake. I'm not sure a baby monster could survive in Lake Okabena, so I'd definitely advise against this route.
We could call it Bena. Or we could call it Oka. We could even have a citywide vote on the issue, once the monster becomes popular. People could debate whether it's some sort of living dinosaur or a sea (lake?) serpent. It could even become part of the city's seal.
Heck, we could have an exchange monster program with Crailsheim. They're a very old community over there, they must have a spooky old legendary monster they could lend us for a while. Of course there would be strict rules (no drinking, no eating humans, with the exception of politicians) the Crailsheim monster would have to obey, and our Bena (Oka) would have to learn German.
Having our own monster would be both fun and lucrative!
So... anyone seen anything in the lake, or felt a nibble on a toe while swimming?
Posted by: Kari Lucin, Reporter on 5/07/2008 at 11:55 AM | Comments (6) | Permalink
Six Words
Here are your 6-word stories for today!
Quietly holding calculators, thinking -- academic heroes.
"Highway robbery," I think, purchasing gas.
Posted by: Kari Lucin, Reporter on 5/07/2008 at 10:19 AM | Comments (1) | Permalink
Good Morning: Election Night
Those of you who love politics will be glad to know the Globe is already working on finding some online tools for our web coverage for that night, mostly through our parent company, Fargo Communications Company.
So far no decisions have been made, but the FCC honchos are looking at options to make our coverage of the presidential race the very fastest, the most up-to-date and the most accurate.
Whatever is decided, it will be shiny.
Posted by: Kari Lucin, Reporter on 5/07/2008 at 10:01 AM | Comments (0) | Permalink
