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Features I was a lover / before this war.
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Pg 3 . . . . . . . . . . . PARK(ing) Day
W elcome to Issue 2. I’m glad you made it back. A lot of scribbling squirrels have been busy
the past few weeks to bring you this edition of The Peg Leg Update. Fitting their output
into this issue proved to be quite a task, but we made it. Please forgive our cramped style towards
Pg 4 . . . . . . . . . Innovation Village the end. We’ll try and do better next time.
The authors’ words that fill the proceeding nine pages struck me as very, very opinionated
Pg 4 . . . . . . Bootleg(s) of the Week when I first read them.
But even after the editing process - strained eyes, loud music, cups upon cups of MJB -
glossed each of the stories over, I found each of them remaining unscathed. Each scribe in this
Pg 5 . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Un Viajecito issue has something to say, regardless of his or her background.
And speaking of “her,” The PLU would like to introduce Kate Wegehaupt, our first female
Pg 6 . . . . . . . Dances and Costner voice of these hallowed pages. She managed to overcome what seemed to be a major case of
writer’s block to pen an article on, well...just look at the next page.
Stu Ensz visited a nice little party going on in the Union parking lot this past week. A shot
Pg 8 . . . . . . . . . . . . . Patrick Hicks and thoughts on that situation rests on page 3 as well.
Then the opinions start to flow. ps>flux toured the new innovation apartments on the
northeast side of Brookings, and he shares his vision of the future on page 4. Sitting comfortably
Pg 10 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Local Food below that column is the next installment of Bootleg(s) of the Week, with Mike Roe once again
gushing over Umphrey’s McGee. Big surprise. I guess that’s what Jake’s fingers can do to you.
Pg 10 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Local Suds Kaleb Kroger traveled down to warmer climates this past summer. The guest writer was nice
enough to send along his thoughts of sunny expeditions south of the border, and he encourages
more people to leave the Midwest for a bit. I know it hurts, but sometimes you gotta do it.
Pg 11 . . . . . . . . . . . . Oktoberfest If you come to South Dakota, they will write about you. Or so it is with the main subject of
Jay Albertson’s article, Kevin Costner. Jay drove up to Aberdeen and attended the South Dakota
Film Festival recently, and you can find his synopsis starting on page 6.
The next two pages are dedicated mostly to a transcript of a conversation I had with the
good Patrick Hicks. We talked at Monks in Sioux Falls, and I think I managed to weave my way
through the entire chat without making a fool of myself. I stuttered, sweat a bunch and forgot half
the shit I was going to ask him, but I think I escaped with quality stuff.
An unsolicited article critiquing our food supply arrived in my inbox about a week ago.
Wyatt Urlacher’s writing is terrific, and I immediately knew we should publish his thoughts. They
appear on page 10. The subject is especially pertinent in our community - with Chicoine being on
Monsanto’s board, attempts at a food co-op taking off and the area’s history of farming traditions,
among other considerations - and I plan on writing a supplementary article on this subject in the
future. If anyone else out there in reader land would like to voice their opinion on this very touchy
topic, feel free.
Issue 2 ends with beer, as it should be. ps>flux had a dinner date in the Lucky Dog over in
The Peg Leg Update is published under a Volga, and his raves sit at the bottom of pages 10 and 11. The literary caboose this time around
Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 is once again Ross Bell with his reviews of four different liquid attempts at sharing the joy of
Unported license. Oktoberfest. Thanks for the free beer Roose. I owe you one.
Basically, feel free to reprint anything you see About that header here on this introduction: More than 100,000 Iraqi, at least 10,000 Af-
here, but attribute it please. ghan civilians and over 5,000 American soldiers have quit breathing over the past few years. Less
importantly, we’ve spent nearly $1 trillion [borrowed] dollars sending our friends, family members
<http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/> and neighbors across the world. If anyone can justifiably explain these things, please let me know.
You can have half the third issue to yourself.
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PARK(ing) Day
by Stu Ensz
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Innovation Village: Hit and Miss, Progressively Speaking
by ps>flux
W ARNING : Put this paper down and walk away right now if you don’t want your face melted off. This Bootleg of the Week is sure
to please. Umphrey’s McGee left it all out on The Orange Peel stage on that 3rd of April, 2008. I’m not sure how many lucky souls made their
way to Asheville, N.C., that night, but each and every one of them certainly got their money’s worth and more. Opening with nothing short of an
epic “Triple Wide,” the band follows with a somewhat short (5:13) “13 Days,” and a “Tribute to Spinal Shaft” that will certainly blow your brains to
smithereens. A solid “Water” and a technically phenomenal “Mulche’s Odyssey” round out the first set.
The second set opens with a rocking rendition of Genesis’ “Abacab.” After that, a 33 minute “Der Bluten Kat” that will keep you entertained half
the way to Sioux Falls. After a flawless “2nd Self,” the band closes out the night with an immense(21:28) “Hurt Bird Bath” and an extremely heavy
“Phil’s Farm” with the coolest Bluegrass-Prog Metal you’re ever going to hear in the middle of it. This show is most definitely a treasure chest, and
amidst all the precious stones, gold coins, and various other treasures, the version of “Der Bluten Kat” that Umphrey’s put forth for this show is the
kind of treasure that the Goonies left for One-Eyed Willie at the end of the movie. With a couple of clicks and a little bit of down time, you will
understand what I’m getting at, so hop on to the inter-web you kids are using and get this show! Tasty listening.
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Costner and Dances: Twenty Years Later
by Jay Albertson
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Patrick Hicks: The Peg Leg Interview
by Mitch LeClair
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2009: The Local Foods Movement Goes Mainstream
by Wyatt Urlacher
G arrison Keillor characterized the Midwestern ethos towards spending money like this: “Oh, I think you can do without that. Your words come
back to me when I look at a new sportcoat. Good Scottish tweed, it costs $130, and when I try it on, it makes me feel smart and lucky and
substantial, but you’re right, I can do without it, and so I will. You can get a perfectly good one at Sears for half the price. If I bought the $130 one, pride
would leak in and rot my heart. Who do I think I am?”
This train of thought should feel familiar to South Dakotans. I, for one, always enjoy a purchase more if I didn’t spend a lot of money on it. This
way, the guilt doesn’t cloud my appreciation of whatever pleasure said product might give. It is partly this spirit that inspires me to write the “Local Suds”
series. I love eating and drinking in little towns because the business has priced their items to appeal to rural, small-town folks – exactly the types that,
like me, know how much their personal happiness is not worth. In this spirit, allow me to tell you of an excellent place to have a meal and catch a buzz at
the kind of price that even a Lutheran farmer might suppose is alright once in a while.
The Lucky Dog Casino & Pub is located in Volga, SD, a short five-mile jaunt west of Brookings. My companion and I visited the bar on a Wednes-
day night. We showed up with a huge appetite, and The Lucky Dog’s kitchen staff completely took care of us. A juicy cheeseburger and double-size
heap of crosscut fries cost only four dollars, and the quality of LD food appears to be consistently excellent. One can judge a lot about the legitness of a
place’s bar-food by the buffalo wings, and the Lucky Dog has this culinary art mastered. The wings were uniformly saucy and flavorful but not too messy.
I made it through the plate on only two napkins. The wings consist of good, real chicken meat that comes off all together, half the wing at a time, saving
the eater the work of jamming his tongue between the two bones for the last pieces of meat. These were some of the larger wings I have encountered in
my long history of enjoying the dish, and the cooks know how to make them really, really spicy when you ask for it – not something one can count on in
the pansy-palleted Midwest.
A visitor immediately feels comfortable in the Lucky Dog. You don’t have to be special to fit in here; in fact you could probably be below average
and still pull it off, but the pub harnesses a small-town, come-as-you-are appeal with a cleanness and spaciousness not always present in these types
of establishments. My dinner companion appreciated the fact that meals were served on real dishes instead of plastic; some patrons smoked, but the
atmosphere was not choking, and the video lottery machines were refreshingly empty. As the evening went on, the establishment filled to a surprising
size for a weeknight in a town this size. My companion and I felt good in enjoyable company.
The only poor grade I have for the Lucky Dog goes for Bloody Mary-making skills. The beverage was not spicy or tomatoe-y enough to com-
pensate for the heavy presence of vodka. I love burnt drinks, but want a Vitamin-C-laced vegetable pizzaz to disguise it thoroughly; all I got from the
Dog’s Mary was season salt. The bartender compensated for herself, however, when I asked her to surprise me. She came back with a, to me previously
unknown, drink called The Grateful Dead. I believe I saw her dump vodka, triple sec, white and gold tequila, rum and gin into the tall glass before a
splash of sour mix. The drink gets its name from the final addition – a shot of raspberry sour that filters through the glowing, yellow drink in a trippy
tie-die cloud. The Dog serves good, cheap drinks alongside the priced-to-move food – we had two meals, an order of
buffalo wings, three tall taps and two mixed drinks for 29 bucks. Beat that Cubby’s. Lost Dog:
A sign on the wall of the Lucky Dog quasi-philosophizes its way towards explaining the establishment’s flavor: 3 legged. Blind in one eye.
I hope you take the time to appreciate the Zen of the Lucky Dog. Load your stomach up with some Missing left ear. Broken tail.
crispy bar-food and enjoy the combination of a Grateful Dead and a menthol cigarette. Recently castrated.
Answers to ‘Lucky.’
If you like, pet the big stone dogs relaxing in the corners of the rooms – my favorite is
the English Bulldog, although the alert Rottweiler is a close second. Here in Volga,
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