MNsure's Babe the Blue Ox Drops Excrement onto Southeastern Minnesota

Ironwood County, like the rest of the counties in southeastern Minnesota, has been written off by insurance companies, as evidenced by the recent MNsure site revelations. Higher insurance rates and few offerings are what every resident in SE MN can look forward to under the new "affordable care act." The boys at Bill's Café (those who understand it) had more than a few words to say about this development.

Jack Kiln was particularly incensed. "I know this doesn't affect everyone at this table," he said, "but it makes it a lot more expensive to live here, and if you look deeper into the actual rates that are filed with the state, they're a lot higher than are listed on the 'what you'll pay' page."

"I don't understand," said Bill. "Can't I keep my current insurance?"

"Only if your plan goes back more than a few years."

Bill scratched his head. "Hm. I raised my deductible last year."

"Then, as a sole proprietor of a business, you'll probably have to go to the exchange, or get a policy that's virtually identical from an agent."

"Then you're saying that I have only one choice of a plan from one company in Ironwood County?"

"Yes," said Kiln, "unless something changes quickly."

Joe Johnson leaned on the table, intrigued. "But what about other counties in southern Minnesota? Are we all written off?"

"Not all, but it's not much better. Some of them have two companies offering a plan. But even those plans are more expensive than anywhere else in Minnesota."

"Hold on on minute," Bill said, now irate. "You're saying that if I move to Rice County, let's say, a few miles away into south-central Minnesota, that I can get a better rate?"

"Yes," Kiln said. "Same plan. Same doctors. Less cost."

"So why are we getting ripped off?"

"No one's giving an answer," Kiln said. "All we know is that Ironwood and other counties are the pariahs of the state."

"Isn't this supposed to be fair and affordable health care?" Joe asked.

"Fair for some," Kiln said.

"Ain't we all one state?" Bill asked. "Isn't this MNsure--not 'Let's cut the counties up for the insurance companies'?

"All I know is that it is far more expensive in SE MN than anywhere else in the state," Kiln said.

Bill scratched his head again. "So MNsure's Babe the Blue Ox dropped a big pile of excrement onto SE Minnesota."

"Yep," said Kiln.

Summer arrives in Ironwood

News from Ironwood has been scarce this spring. Farmers are frustrated with continual rain and everyone is frustrated with the unusually cold weather. However, summer is finally here and the apples have blossomed. Some bees managed to find the apple blossoms despite the continual rainy spells.

Now that the blossoms have fallen, Ironwood County organic apple growers have put out the codling moth traps. It's an old Minnesota recipe that puts a banana peel, a cut of sugar, and a cup of apple cider vinegar in the plastic milk jug that is then filled the rest of the way with water. The experts hang one per tree and keep it there for a few weeks. They try to keep the hole large enough to attract the moths but  small to keep butterflies from entering the trap as well.

After that they start putting apple footies on the apples to prevent apple maggots from destroying the crop. They say the maggots start appearing around July 1, so there isn't a big rush. Once the footies are on, they take the coddling moth traps down. By then the moths have quit laying eggs (for the most part)  and the apples will be good until harvest.

Election fatigue

The entire population of Ironwood County is tired of the political ads, particularly those that are paid for by unknown groups whose real identity is hidden. The loser in this race is the American public. No matter who wins, the only real winner is the media.

"Think about it," Bill told the boys at his café, "what if it were not a tight race? The closer the race is in each state, the more advertising flows into that state. The talking heads of journalism as well as the real reporters have a vested interest in a tight race. An apparently race close draws us into watching television, which causes ratings to go up, which causes advertising revenues to rise. In the media, it is known as job security. No one in the media wants a landslide, unless it's the morning after. Then that causes us to watch once again as so-called experts explain what happened."

"I'll have a refill of coffee," Joe Morrison said. "What you just said is too complicated for me."

Boys at Bill's Bemoan Loss of Common Sense in Politics

The boys at Bill's Café cannot get over the lack of common sense in both political parties. The Democrats, normally ones for change, want to keep the voting law the same, while the Republicans, usually ones for keeping the status quo, want to change the state constitution. Clearly, conservative and liberal are merely labels to apply when it's convenient to your point of view.

Bill shook his head at the whole thing. "It gets worse," he said, as he filled the boys' coffee. "Why attack our diplomats for trying to put out a fire?"

"What do you mean?" George Jackson asked.

"The Americans in Egypt were getting surrounded by these uneducated, brain-washed knuckle-heads who don't know a fifth-rate cheap movie trailer from something produced by the American government. The embassy released a statement." Bill pulled out the newspaper. "Here's what they said: 'The Embassy of the United States in Cairo condemns the continuing efforts by misguided individuals to hurt the religious feelings of Muslims -- as we condemn efforts to offend believers of all religions." Bill threw down the paper in disgust. "So some our own American knuckle-heads are attacking that statement as sympathy for vandals and killers."

George scratched his head. "That's what I heard it was."

"Look," said Bill. "If you were surrounded by a bunch of knuckle-heads threatening to burn you down, are you going to call those knuckle-heads 'knuckle-heads' to their face or are you going to tell them you understand their anger but you don't agree with anyone who insults others?"

George looked puzzled. "I guess I'd first try to get the situation to settle down, then try to get the truth out."

"Exactly," said Bill. "And here, once again, politicians think we're as stupid as those knuckle-heads who can't tell the difference between a nut in Hollywood and real workers in America."

Dry fall in Ironwood County

School has started and the leaves are starting to turn and it's been quiet lately at Bill's Café in Hillcrest. The boys complain about the dry weather, but then they've all heard that before. Fortunately a bout of rain in August helped the corn crop, so the soybeans and corn are both looking good.

Occasionally the conversation wanders close to politics, but the boys are careful to quickly change the subject. All of them are already tired of political commercials. Advertising just convinces them that both parties are full of hypocrites. When voting time comes they'll vote, of course, because they've always done it, but they'll close their eyes and hold their noses when they cast their ballot. If there was a "Give me another choice" on the ballot, they'd eagerly choose that.

Over in Maple Valley, Mrs. Lois Sand has appeared in the Sheriff's report regularly of late, guarding her apple trees from squirrels with her .22. Of course she's extra careful where she shoots, and her aim is spectacularly accurate, but the law is the law. No shooting of firearms in city limits. Even if the shooter is Lois Sand.

No news of significance out of Paradise. As far as the rest of Ironwood County is concerned, that is very good news. Everyone seems to have forgotten about the sordid events recounted in John Schreiber's book Passing Through Paradise, and that is how the county likes it.

Boarding House Owner Disarmed

Sheriff Garrison last Sunday evening responded to a 911 call at Mrs. Sand's Boarding House. When he arrived, he found Mrs. Lois Sand, the owner, sitting on her back porch with a .22 rifle across her lap.

Sheriff Garrison asked why she had called him. She pointed to a squirrel that was pulling an apple footie off her apple, taking a bite from the apple, and dropping both apple and footie. "He's destroying my organic apples," she fumed.

Garrison scratched his head. "And what do you want me to do about it?"

She held up her .22. "If you don't kill that apple robber, I'll use this."

"Isn't that a bit extreme?" he asked.

"No. My shotgun would be. But that would harm some of my apples."

Jay Kills Finch

Miss Agatha Peabody, retired Hillcrest librarian, was sitting on her deck Wednesday, enjoying her late afternoon glass of lemonade, when she screamed in terror. John Schreiber, local author, happened to be walking by with his wife and rushed to her assistance. There, beside her deck, lay a decapitated house finch.

She pointed with a trembling hand at the feathered head beside her deck. "It was a blue jay," she stammered. "He killed it and picked it apart, then flew off with the body, just as you came."

While Marilyn Schreiber consoled Miss Peabody, Schreiber picked up the head. "Not quite the sensational murder we had in Hillcrest a few years ago*, but this should still make The Ironwood Times."

* see Life on the Fly