Storm information—A fast moving storm hit the City of Belle Plaine this morning. Reports have been received of multiple trees and power lines down. Any information regarding this storm or damaged trees is being handled at the Belle Plaine Government Center at 873-5553.
Homeowners with damage to their residence or trees should;
Contact their insurance companies.
The Public Works Department cannot handle branches or limbs greater than 3 inches in diameter. Residents are requested to place branches or limbs in the boulevard (not the street)for clean up.
Caution: Any contractors hired should be licensed insured and bonded prior to completing any work at your home. Any suspicious activity should be reported to the police department immediately at 952-873-4307. Obtain multiple estimates prior to agreeing to service unless you personally know the contractor.
John Morrison wasn’t able to make it to Cantebury Park to see the Budweiser Clydesdales so his family decided to give him an early Father’s Day gift and surprised him by bringing one of the Clydesdales to him at his farm in Belle Plaine.
Following back-to-back runner-up finishes to start the season, Ryan Dungey, of Belle Plaine, Minn., emerged victorious, capturing a 1-1 moto sweep to give the Austrian brand its first overall victory in the 450 Class. In the 250 Class, Justin Barcia, of Monroe, N.Y., ended a 27-race winless streak to capture his second career win.
Who needs a bottle opener when you have a chainsaw?
Hunter S. Thompson’s Cover Letter to Work at the Vancouver Sun Newspaper
I can’t say that we have ever received such a bold cover letter to work at the Belle Plaine Herald as this one from Hunter S. Thompson but one can see that even as a young adult, Hunter displays all the erratic genius we came to expect from the godfather of Gonzo journalism. In his application for a job, Thompson displays very little fear but a lot of loathing for his perception of the journalism world.
To Jack Scott, Vancouver Sun
October 1, 1958
57 Perry Street
New York City
I got a hell of a kick reading the piece Time magazine did this week on The Sun. In addition to wishing you the best of luck, I’d also like to offer my services.
Since I haven’t seen a copy of the “new” Sun yet, I’ll have to make this a tentative offer. I stepped into a dung-hole the last time I took a job with a paper I didn’t know anything about (see enclosed clippings) and I’m not quite ready to go charging up another blind alley. By the time you get this letter, I’ll have gotten hold of some of the recent issues of The Sun. Unless it looks totally worthless, I’ll let my offer stand.
And don’t think that my arrogance is unintentional: it’s just that I’d rather offend you now than after I started working for you. I didn’t make myself clear to the last man I worked for until after I took the job. It was as if the Marquis de Sade had suddenly found himself working for Billy Graham. The man despised me, of course, and I had nothing but contempt for him and everything he stood for. If you asked him, he’d tell you that I’m “not very likable, (that I) hate people, (that I) just want to be left alone, and (that I) feel too superior to mingle with the average person.” (That’s a direct quote from a memo he sent to the publisher.) Nothing beats having good references.
Of course if you asked some of the other people I’ve worked for, you’d get a different set of answers. If you’re interested enough to answer this letter, I’ll be glad to furnish you with a list of references — including the lad I work for now.
The enclosed clippings should give you a rough idea of who I am. It’s a year old, however, and I’ve changed a bit since it was written. I’ve taken some writing courses from Columbia in my spare time, learned a hell of a lot about the newspaper business, and developed a healthy contempt for journalism as a profession. As far as I’m concerned, it’s a damned shame that a field as potentially dynamic and vital as journalism should be overrun with dullards, bums, and hacks, hag-ridden with myopia, apathy, and complacence, and generally stuck in a bog of stagnant mediocrity. If this is what you’re trying to get The Sun away from, then I think I’d like to work for you.
Most of my experience has been in sports writing, but I can write everything from warmongering propaganda to learned book reviews. I can work 25 hours a day if necessary, live on any reasonable salary, and don’t give a black damn for job security, office politics, or adverse public relations. I would rather be on the dole than work for a paper I was ashamed of.
It’s a long way from here to British Columbia, but I think I’d enjoy the trip. If you think you can use me, drop me a line. If not, good luck anyway.
Hunter S. Thompson
published in The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967 (Ballantine, 1997).
Digital marketing is confusing—really confusing—as this insane graphic shows (below).
Trying to navigate through the various new social media categories, blogs, sharing sites, and social media firms is an absolute mess.
This depiction of the digital marketing landscape was shown at a Buddy Media event marking the launch of the social marketing software agency’s new suite of measurement tools.
New University of Minnesota Extension research being published later today shows people in their 30s and 40s continue to move to rural areas that otherwise are experiencing population declines.
There’s an architectural oddity out in Belle Plaine, at the Hooper-Bowler-Hillstrom House. It’s packed with a variety of antiques and period pieces, but is perhaps best known for its two-story outhouse. Yes, really.