This series is a little bit biographical and a little
bit imaginary about my dad and a road trip he took in the summer of 1946, when
he turned fifteen. He and a friend hitchhiked from Loring Park to Duluth, into
Canada and back again. He was gone from home for a month. I was astonished and fascinated
by the tale. So, I added some speculation about things I've always wondered
about and this series is the result. To read earlier SHORT LONG JOURNEY NORTH
clips, click on the label to the right, scroll down to and click OLDER ENTRIES
seven or eight times. The FIRST entry is on the bottom of the last page.
Tommy Hastings looked at
Freddie Merrill and bulged his eyes. Freddie said, “Sounds good. We’ll stay.
But can we be in town before sun up?”
“No problem. Ma gets up early
– makes me get up early, too. To take care of the place,” said Nilson
Wangenstein.
“What place?” Freddie asked.
“We run an resort – the
Thousand Lakes Inn.”
Tommy and Freddie looked at
each other. Tommy said, “Is there anyone staying here?”
“It’s usually pretty quiet
during the week and it’s still OK here – but a resort a mile back has a crazy
group of guys stayin’ there. They talk funny, but Ma says it’s Finnish.”
“They’re Finnish!” Freddie
said.
“I guess. They came here
first, but we didn’t have enough room for all of them.”
“How many are there?”
Nilson shrugged, “I think Ma
said too many to put all of ‘em in one cabin. She thinks that stuff like that
is odd.”
“Stuff like what?” Freddie
asked.
"When crowds of men travel
together. Wasn’t like that during the war. Hardly anyone came up here to vacation.
Mostly just families without dads and the really rich.” He shrugged, “Sometimes
I like it when there are other guys here, though. Ma’s great, but I don’t have
no brothers and most of the other guys my age are workin’ in town or on their
farms in the summer. Sometimes someone shows up like you two did, but usually
it’s pretty quiet.”
They reached the house and
Nilson called through the screen door before he opened it, “Ma! I met a couple
other guys who was fishin’, but their boat sank so I had to rescue ‘em. Can they
stay the night then hitchhike back to their cabin in the morning?”
Once they were inside, a
short, strong-looking woman walked out from a room in the back, wiping her
hands on a towel. She glared at Tommy and Freddie, scowled and said, “Messing
about with your boat, I’ll gather. Maybe too much beer as well.” She huffed
then said, “I’ll have no boys drinkin’ beer in my home, and no carousing and
loud noises. I’ve got paying customers tonight, and I need for them to tell
their friends Thousand Lakes is the best place to stay on Mille Lacs.” If it
would have been possible, her scowl would have beaten up both boys. They looked
to Nilson, who shook his head a tiny bit.
Freddie said, “We can work
for our bread, Mrs. Wangenstein. We can help.”
She pursed her lips, grunted,
then looked at Nilson and said, “You need more friends like these boys.
Offering to help to pay for your room and board is what’s proper. Not like
those other friends of yours, coming in a expecting to be waited on hand and
foot.” She sniffed. “Get changed and come on into the kitchen. I can feed you
and you can all sleep in Nilson’s room for the night. Giant bed used to belong
to me and the husband before he left me.” She turned and left them.
Nilson grunted, staring after
her. “I always thought she wanted me and my friends to stay outta her hair.”
“I thought you didn’t have
friends.”
Nilson shrugged, “No real
ones, just summer ones. They rent a cabin here or at one of the other resorts
on our part of Mille Lacs, we run into each other fishing or swimming. But they
don’t stay long. In the end, they go back home and I’m still here.” He paused
for a long time, then said, “When Kjel was here, we were each other’s best
friends.” He jerked his head toward a door and said, “Come on. I’ll show you my
dresser and you can pick out what you need. I don’t have anything fancy, but I
figure neither of you have much that’s fancy, either.”
Nilson stayed with them as
they changed, then said, “We should go. Mom’s got dinner up for us almost for
sure. I’ll run out and get the fish on my stringer.” He disappeared and they
heard the screen door slam shut a moment later. Tommy said, “Geez, I don’t know
how I’d have made it to Canada and back without a friend.”
Freddie nodded. “I’d’a died
of fright by now like a hundred times if I’d had to go there alone.”
They both nodded and went
back out to the room. Nilson’s mom walked out and said, “Where’s Nils?” They
all turned to the door when they heard a harsh scream...
Each Tuesday, rather than a POSSIBLY IRRITATING ESSAY, I'd like to both challenge you and lend a helping hand. I generate more speculative and teen story ideas than I can ever use. My family rolls its collective eyes when I say, "Hang on a second! I just have to write down this idea..." Here, I'll include the initial inspiration (quote, website, podcast, etc) and then a thought or two that came to mind. These will simply be seeds -- plant, nurture, fertilize, chemically treat, irradiate, test or stress them as you see fit. I only ask if you let me know if anything comes of them.
