place too a recent one and a ‘back in the day one’.

The most recent is the B2 location you’ve got posted

up top. April of ‘09 we flew in to attend my dad’s

funeral up in McGregor, MN. On the way to meet up

with my brother and his family in St. Michael I told

Joe (that’s what I call him, aka husband) to whip in

to one of the FF restaurants off 94 in Maple Grove –

because sadly my brother sometimes doesn’t have

enough food at the dinner table and I thought we

ought to get a lil’ something before we got there.

He (Joe) was headed over Cladaugh’s (he travels to

Maple Grove on business and knows it better than I

do now) I scolded him, alright – I bitched him out

and told him to go the other way and hit the Wendy’s

or BK so we did. Did I say it had been 6 years since

I had been back ‘home’? We got our overpriced gap

filling grub and I said – alright, I bitched that we

had to pull over – OVER THERE, NOOOOO – OVER THERE

————> so he pulled over THERE and we sat in

our Jeep in front of a very dead and dated B2 and I

told him a story of the last time I was there –

which I’ll share now – It was Thanksgiving f1990 –

it was my task to pick up the pies – we took turns

and I made my way over there and mentioned my

reservation – you could make pie reservations ! I

got the 3 pies, put ‘em in the pickup (don’t all

Minnesotans have pickups?) on the passenger seat,

never thought I needed to buckled them up ……. I

pulled into the driveway and noticed the mailbox

open with a bunch of shit hanging out of it and
thought it would be nice of me to bring it in. I got

out wearing my SONY DISC MAN most likely the FIRST
generation model, gawd I was cool. I had Dwight
Yoakum spinning and went honky tonkin’ out to the
mail box. All of a sudden I hear what sounds like a
horn – took me a minute to realize it wasn’t part of
the song and see a car coming with all it’s
occupants pointing toward the house – I looked in
the direction of the pointing fingers just in time
to see my truck rolling leisurely, but with great
intent right toward me and the mail box. For
whatever reason – be it a deep seated desire to be a
cowboy on the rodeo circuit – I decided I could ‘ear
it down’ or stop it before it sheered the mail box
off at it’s frozen base and went careening off the cliff
backwards – instead it knocked me on my ass but not
before I went over the cliff with it – and DAMMIT -
———- the PPPPPPPIIIIIEEEEEEEESSSSSSS! All the
fancy pie decor was for not as I looked up to see my
dad getting his chains and hopping into his truck to
pull all of us (me and the pie mess) up and out of
the ditch. Soooooo there’s the past and the present.
By the way – of special interest, B2 was a very
popular spot for the AA* crowd – ummmmmm not that I
I had any ahhhhhh – first hand knowledge …………ummmm –
ahhhhh, but I did hear tell.

*see remembrances of Stuart Anderson’s Cattle Company.

Tim G

Have a look:

http://maps.google.com/?ie=UTF8&ll=45.057031,-93.322163&spn=0,359.972405&t=h&z=15&layer=c&cbll=45.056978,-93.322009&panoid=CZ1TSVyiZeWLv-YxwOF3ww&cbp=12,339.39,,0,5.55

Funny, my mom is exactly the opposite when it comes to pies — she HATES Perkins’ pies but loves Baker’s Square. I really can’t tell the difference, but when I offered to pick up a pie this past Christmas from Bakers Square (not knowing the St. Anthony location had closed), she was so disappointed when I told her Baker’s Square was closed — I offered to pick up a pie for Perkins, but she said, “No, I hate Perkins pies! I’ll just make a cake instead.”

And her saying she’d make a cake says A LOT – my mom HATES to cook or bake anything. Granted, it was a Pillsbury Cake Mix, not from scratch, but still..