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Thoughts of apple crisp and what's wrong with health care

For What It's Worth
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Rick Peterson, Tollefson Publishing General Manager

October is here and as far as I’m concerned, it’s the best time of the year. If you want, you can get a football fix five nights a week at some level. Harvest is underway, cooler days and nights are the norm, and best of all, pheasant season opens this Saturday.
With the good, there is always a little bad, and that is where shorter daylight hours, Asian beetles and flies come in.
With the changing of the seasons comes the changing of seasonal culinary delights.
My list of fall favorites includes apple crisp, squash, brats for the football game, Octoberfest beer, a good batch of chili.
The aromas the fall brings are worth a sniff or two, like the smell of leaves that have fallen to the damp ground after a heavy frost. The smell of leaves burning brings back childhood memories — when you could rake your leaves onto a pile and drop a match and watch them burn.
By the way, that apple crisp that I like to eat so much is probably because it smells so good when it comes out of the oven.
Hooded sweatshirts become my “go to” weekend favorites, and I bring my sweaters back into the work attire rotation. Golf clubs are replaced with a shotgun, and the golf shoes are replaced with hunting boots.
Unfortunately, jeans take over for my shorts and my T-shirts are no longer outer wear.
Here is an abrupt change in subject for no other reason than I mentioned these two things before I forget to.
I walk my dogs on a gravel road near the airport, and throughout the spring, summer and fall when the wind will allow, the skydiving club takes advantage of the calm days to jump out of a perfectly good airplane. This past Sunday was one of those days. As I walked down the road, I could hear the hum of the airplane up above. It generally takes a few minutes to find the plane in the sky, and it seems to take forever for the plane to get to the altitude where the skydivers exit the plane.
Once they jump and their parachutes deploy, I can’t help but stop my walk and watch them float back to earth. Now, that is something you don’t see every day, unless you live in Luverne. Then it’s rather commonplace. How cool is that?
Last thing, if you didn’t read Brenda Winter’s column in last week’s Star Herald on this page, you need to. It’s a perfect example of what is wrong with the health care system in this country. If this system isn’t changed or fixed in some way, it will ruin the country financially.

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