Nodine, Minnesota

It was one of those weekends that I don’t do very often, but when I do do them I love them. (I just said do-do)

I left on Friday and got home today, Sunday. There was a play in a small town in Wisconsin that tg wanted to see being as he had friends in it and I was invited to tag along. And fortunately I was able to drop The Max off with family for the weekend. We stayed in Winona, MN…luckily right next door to a place called, “Liquor Bowl”. I enjoy when things are named like this, it leaves no secrets to what is inside. It could have also been called “Drunk three hundred pound woman dedicates Cher’s ‘Believe’ to toothless man named Brian” but it may not have fit on the sign.

But, funny bars are not the point of this post. The point is that I went to the greatest small town of all time. Since our destination was over two hours away I decided that it counted as a road trip and I looked up on Roadside America what super fun things were nearby to go take pictures of. I found something called “Culvert Man.” He is made out of what is used for under road drainage and stands about 30 fabulous feet tall.


We took the pictures, we left, and then I saw on the way out of town, all two blocks of it, the greatest looking store of all time.


Oh, how I wish I took the time to fully pictorially record all the great things in here. I felt like enough of an idiot buying what I found inside:


Holy Crap. This stood out the greatest amongst years and years worth of outdated food and general merchandise items. Puff’s Kleenex from 1977!


The reason it stood out was there had to have been three dozen or more boxes of the stuff. It came in all sorts of fun colors and patterns. Makes me think I ought to move to Nodine, being as nobody there ever gets a cold.

The store’s shelves were seriously built a million years ago. They were made with wood planks, as was everything else in the building. As you walk in the door there is a bulletin board advertising Polka Bands and various other quaint things that I want to be a part of.

Somehow I have a good feeling that this is not the last time I will be making a Nodine visit. Next time, however, I am going to take my time in the store and find some Spaghetti Oh’s from 1983. And maybe I can schedule my visit around the next Polka performance.

NOTE** After the play, which was great, I went out to a local bar with some of the cast, who I didn’t know well, but tg did. During which time I decided it would be wise to text many of you and post on other blogs. It was not wise. Let this be a lesson, leave your internet phone at home while adult beverages are within reach.

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8 Responses to Nodine, Minnesota

  1. Billy says:

    Drunk Haikus! I love road trips. I need to take more. Blogs are always so fun to read when people road trip.

  2. dailytri says:

    I had an aunt and uncle in Illinois who ran a general store quite similar to this one. It was in Spillertown. My uncle even had a small print shop in the back of the store. Nothing like the smell of fresh ink and paper in the morning.

  3. kittymao says:

    I can only imagine what terrible hijinx I’d get into if I allowed myself access to the internet while consuming booze.
    Bad things would happen.

  4. Merman says:

    Link to Roadside America is broken. Should be

  5. kristiane says:

    Thanks Merman, fixed that.

  6. dohopoki says:

    I love “Culvert Man.” I would steal him with a really big truck.

  7. kristiane says:

    Doho- There’s an idea. He would look great in a back yard. You wouldn’t even need a play set for kids.

  8. Rachel says:

    Nice! I somehow stumbled across this blog and funny thing, I actually live in Nodine!! 🙂

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