
Main Street
The Stain Stays, for Now: Council Splits the Difference by Doing Nothing
Alderman Hagen wanted a pressure washer. Alderman Bunde wanted a monument. The council, as this newspaper advised, chose neither.
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“Where the coffee’s hot, the lakes are cold, and all the children are above average.” — Serving the Chain since 1897.
City Council
Last Tuesday’s meeting granted a license and deferred a stop sign to October. The evening that matters comes tonight, when eighteen lots on the old Hagen pasture meet the planning board.

The City Council spent its July 7 meeting settling the questions it could settle and leaving the hard one for tonight. In a single evening the body granted the brewery a license, deferred the Birch-and-Second stop sign to October, and declined to do anything at all about a stain — a productive night, by the standards of a town that measures progress in decades.
The license for the taproom Annika and Jonas Holt intend to open in the old Co-op creamery passed without drama and, as predicted, without opposition — including, notably, none from the Northern Tap. The council spent a dutiful three-quarters of an hour on parking, hours, and the question of whether anything good has ever come of change, and then approved the thing anyway, which observers had penciled in as the outcome before the first gavel.
The stop sign at Birch and Second, petitioned for since 1957, was deferred to October by the unanimous prediction of everyone who has ever watched the council watch the stop sign. Its own public hearing, once noticed for tonight, was quietly vacated — tonight belongs to the pasture. “It’s waited sixty-nine years,” Mayor Gloria Vik observed. “It can wait until the weather turns.” Longtime observers are declining to believe in an October sign until one is standing in the ground.

Main Street
Alderman Hagen wanted a pressure washer. Alderman Bunde wanted a monument. The council, as this newspaper advised, chose neither.
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Business
With Tuesday’s approval, the Holts turn from paperwork to plumbing. Two tanks are in, a bar is rising, and a name is still, they insist, undecided.
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Around Town
The children’s librarian is back on the Chain after her Fourth-of-July scare — recovering, forbidden to lift a returned book, and already asking about the reading numbers.
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Library
Enrollment in the library’s summer tiers has passed every previous mark, substitute and all. The animal stickers are holding. The sticker budget is not.
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Outdoors
Three-quarter grown and diving on their own, the two Big Pelican juveniles have entered the awkward adolescence of waterfowl. The parents seem relieved.
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Fishing Report
The pattern that set in after the Fourth hasn’t budged. Fish early, fish deep, and mind the bass tournament rolling into Loon Lake on Saturday.
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Legion Baseball
A three-game week and two wins pushed the Legion nine over the midpoint. The scoreboard works fine. Half the outfield still plays in the dark.
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Fishing
Blastoff at first light, weigh-in at three, and the annual argument over whether largemouth from the pads should count the same as smallmouth from the rocks.
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Our View · Editorial
Tonight the planning board hears eighteen lots on the Hagen land. We won’t tell you how to feel. We’ll tell you what the argument is actually about.
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Letters to the Editor
A reply to last week’s correspondent, who wanted ribbons on the boat parade. The writer notes that she has, in fact, been judged, and does not recommend it.
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The Klatch · From Eunice
Eunice on the two sounds of mid-July — a beginner’s brass off the school, and the soft thud of surplus squash left on a porch after dark.
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County Fair
With the fair three weeks out, the animals are being washed, the jams pre-judged by their makers, and the giant-pumpkin rivals, once again, not speaking.
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Obituary
For more than sixty years she wrote down the weather of Misquah every single morning, and never once said what she thought of it.
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