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	<title>Comments on: To Air Is Human</title>
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		<title>By: June Devitt</title>
		<link>http://blog.keloland.com/lund/blog/2011/07/01/to-air-is-human/comment-page-1/#comment-8733</link>
		<dc:creator>June Devitt</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2011 19:56:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dad&#039;s root beer is in plastic qt. bottles at Dollar Tree in SF. Dollar Tree is the only true dollar store in SF. They sometimes run out but its worth a try. ...I always give my sons and husband Dad&#039;s Root Beer on fathers day! Enjoy your blog Doug. June Devitt]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dad&#8217;s root beer is in plastic qt. bottles at Dollar Tree in SF. Dollar Tree is the only true dollar store in SF. They sometimes run out but its worth a try. &#8230;I always give my sons and husband Dad&#8217;s Root Beer on fathers day! Enjoy your blog Doug. June Devitt</p>
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		<title>By: grouse</title>
		<link>http://blog.keloland.com/lund/blog/2011/07/01/to-air-is-human/comment-page-1/#comment-8728</link>
		<dc:creator>grouse</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2011 00:43:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Per Pal...I don&#039;t think so.  If it did have it, I&#039;m pretty sure we never used it.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Per Pal&#8230;I don&#8217;t think so.  If it did have it, I&#8217;m pretty sure we never used it.</p>
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		<title>By: Per Pål P</title>
		<link>http://blog.keloland.com/lund/blog/2011/07/01/to-air-is-human/comment-page-1/#comment-8722</link>
		<dc:creator>Per Pål P</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jul 2011 13:27:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dad&#039;s Root Beer ?
One of my memories....On hot summer days...we would &quot;pull&quot; an ice cold Dad&#039;s Root Beer from a pop cooler filled with ice.  
Is Dad&#039;s Root Beer available anywhere in Sioux Falls...or elsewhere ? In glass bottles ?
        As we say in Norsk....  Ahhhh det smaker godt....  Per Pål]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dad&#8217;s Root Beer ?<br />
One of my memories&#8230;.On hot summer days&#8230;we would &#8220;pull&#8221; an ice cold Dad&#8217;s Root Beer from a pop cooler filled with ice.<br />
Is Dad&#8217;s Root Beer available anywhere in Sioux Falls&#8230;or elsewhere ? In glass bottles ?<br />
        As we say in Norsk&#8230;.  Ahhhh det smaker godt&#8230;.  Per Pål</p>
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		<title>By: Per Pål P</title>
		<link>http://blog.keloland.com/lund/blog/2011/07/01/to-air-is-human/comment-page-1/#comment-8720</link>
		<dc:creator>Per Pål P</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jul 2011 10:56:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hei Grouse....

Did that 50 Buick have one of those ventilators on the hood ?  With the &quot;vent windows&quot; cranked wide open...back windows open...and the hood ventilator wide open....One couldn&#039;t hear a radio anyway.   
                  Per]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hei Grouse&#8230;.</p>
<p>Did that 50 Buick have one of those ventilators on the hood ?  With the &#8220;vent windows&#8221; cranked wide open&#8230;back windows open&#8230;and the hood ventilator wide open&#8230;.One couldn&#8217;t hear a radio anyway.<br />
                  Per</p>
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		<title>By: grouse</title>
		<link>http://blog.keloland.com/lund/blog/2011/07/01/to-air-is-human/comment-page-1/#comment-8719</link>
		<dc:creator>grouse</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2011 22:38:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[You triggered another memory prairierose.  My dad had a 1950 blue Buick 4-door.  He thought radios in cars was just a passing fad, and air-conditioning at the time was extremely futuristic and it too was a passing fad or would never work.  Something else to break down.  On real hot Sundays we&#039;d go for a drive to cool off.....100 degrees...cooling off at 25 to 30 mph looking at crops around the country....with no radio.  Men and boys didn&#039;t wear shorts in the fifties, but t-shirts were allowed after church.  It was a time when the supposed cure was worse than the illness.  I&#039;ll think I&#039;ll go out in the backyard right now and bow down to my trusty central air conditioner.  If my dad were alive today. he&#039;d would be dumbfounded by the stupidity of today&#039;s drivers cruising around in the heat with their car windows shut tight.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You triggered another memory prairierose.  My dad had a 1950 blue Buick 4-door.  He thought radios in cars was just a passing fad, and air-conditioning at the time was extremely futuristic and it too was a passing fad or would never work.  Something else to break down.  On real hot Sundays we&#8217;d go for a drive to cool off&#8230;..100 degrees&#8230;cooling off at 25 to 30 mph looking at crops around the country&#8230;.with no radio.  Men and boys didn&#8217;t wear shorts in the fifties, but t-shirts were allowed after church.  It was a time when the supposed cure was worse than the illness.  I&#8217;ll think I&#8217;ll go out in the backyard right now and bow down to my trusty central air conditioner.  If my dad were alive today. he&#8217;d would be dumbfounded by the stupidity of today&#8217;s drivers cruising around in the heat with their car windows shut tight.</p>
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		<title>By: prairierose</title>
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		<dc:creator>prairierose</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2011 19:21:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[OH..how I remember those days.  Temp setting at 100 and Dad calmly saying &quot;it will get better, once we get on the road&quot;...natural a/c in the old Studebaker...4 windows down and 60mph. LOL  5 kids stuffed in the back seat of that car and it flew like the rocket it looked like as Dad tried to outrun the sounds of kids whining.  Thanks, Doug.  I had forgotten that part of &#039;the good old days&#039;.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>OH..how I remember those days.  Temp setting at 100 and Dad calmly saying &#8220;it will get better, once we get on the road&#8221;&#8230;natural a/c in the old Studebaker&#8230;4 windows down and 60mph. LOL  5 kids stuffed in the back seat of that car and it flew like the rocket it looked like as Dad tried to outrun the sounds of kids whining.  Thanks, Doug.  I had forgotten that part of &#8216;the good old days&#8217;.</p>
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		<title>By: hardass555</title>
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		<dc:creator>hardass555</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jul 2011 05:16:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[i remember all this...i love this post]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i remember all this&#8230;i love this post</p>
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		<title>By: grouse</title>
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		<dc:creator>grouse</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jul 2011 03:44:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[\\I don&#039;t think Clara and Larry ever drove a Cadillac back to S.D.  They always drove the biggest, most loaded down with extras Chrysler New Yorker!!  And, I&#039;m pretty sure that he traded every year, just to knock our socks off out here.  If memory serves me correctly when they came out to the farm, while dad was still in the field, Uncle Larry would start happy hour with some highballs at around 1:45.  Then once dad was back in the house,  Clara and Larry would treat the folks to life in the fast lane with highballs at cocktail hour.   During hunting season, Uncle Larry would bring some of the Chicago executives and relatives out to hunt on the farm.  Dad never charged anyone, but those old boys brought lots of bottles of Chicago&#039;s finest distilled products that were then relegated to the basement or very high in the pantry shelves to be used only for medicinal purposes, extreme frostbite during blizzards, or when mom&#039;s brothers and cousins stopped by for a visit.  Their visit was always a highlight of the summer.  They were so sophisticated and wise in the ways of the world.  The hell of it is...They really, really were.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>\\I don&#8217;t think Clara and Larry ever drove a Cadillac back to S.D.  They always drove the biggest, most loaded down with extras Chrysler New Yorker!!  And, I&#8217;m pretty sure that he traded every year, just to knock our socks off out here.  If memory serves me correctly when they came out to the farm, while dad was still in the field, Uncle Larry would start happy hour with some highballs at around 1:45.  Then once dad was back in the house,  Clara and Larry would treat the folks to life in the fast lane with highballs at cocktail hour.   During hunting season, Uncle Larry would bring some of the Chicago executives and relatives out to hunt on the farm.  Dad never charged anyone, but those old boys brought lots of bottles of Chicago&#8217;s finest distilled products that were then relegated to the basement or very high in the pantry shelves to be used only for medicinal purposes, extreme frostbite during blizzards, or when mom&#8217;s brothers and cousins stopped by for a visit.  Their visit was always a highlight of the summer.  They were so sophisticated and wise in the ways of the world.  The hell of it is&#8230;They really, really were.</p>
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