Snow has entered the forecast. Expect sleet Sunday evening changing to snow after sunset, with additional snow possible Monday. When I first came to Grand Marais nearly a year ago, I met with Hjalmer Ström of the state snowplow crew to discuss how my forecasts might help the crews prepare for winter weather. Now, with another winter approaching, there seems less need for discussion. We all know what is coming and have begun readying ourselves accordingly.
There are too many political advertisements in this week’s paper to leave much room for a long column, and town affairs have otherwise been fairly quiet.
I am pleased to report that Mr. Erickson appears to have solved the troubles that have plagued WGMW. For the first time in some weeks, our broadcasts passed without interruption or unnecessary static. If you missed the high school students’ first appearance at the microphone, they handled themselves well. I expect that with another week or two they will learn to carry their reports across the county with considerably less fear of the microphone than some adults display.
Finally, I wish to put an end to a rumor that reached my ears during Miss Fjell’s and my talk at the library. Recalling how Shakespeare described rumor as “a pipe / Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures.” Grand Marais appears this autumn to possess both the instrument and a considerable number of musicians.
So, in the interest of accuracy, I will state plainly that Miss Fjell and I were not married at the State Fair. I trust that will settle the matter.
Editor's note: the photo is of Grand Marais' public school circa 1930.