Hate to break it to you, Dude, but all the fishermen I know drink and/or smoke while they're doing it. And as long as we're on the topic of personal development, you should probably know that your sentence is missing some punctuation...
Attention: All Custodians of (Nine-Year-Old) Kids!
This is a must-do activity that requires about thirty bucks and a cooler. Do a Google search for "dry ice" in your area, call a supplier up and get directions (it's probably going to be an ice cream truck supplier located in some decaying industrial part of town), bring your cooler and buy fifty pounds of dry ice. Yeah, that's right, fifty pounds! That way you and your kids can play all day without fear of running out too soon. Put on your winter mittens and drop chunks into everything that will hold liquid! Make a stream in the backyard with a garden hose and set chunks in it for a spooky effect! Place little edibles like grapes and raspberries and candy bars in the cooler and then take them out and eat them (careful: they get so cold they stick to the roof of your mouth)! Freeze a flower and shatter it! With a spoon, carve a little cup into a block of dry ice, pour a drop of water into the cup, and watch it freeze before your eyes! Breathe on the frozen drop and watch it grow fur!
Best of all, watch your kids turn into frenetic little scientists for the day, doing all manner of wacky experiments.
Careful, of course, not to touch dry ice with bare skin, or breathe too much of the "smoke" (carbon dioxide gas, part of what we exhale). Play outside or in a well-ventilated area. Supervise the urchins... believe me, you'll become one of them!
In a way, John Larson has been involved with Magnetic Poetry longer than anyone except me. In 1994, I was still working part time at a produce wholesaler called Roots & Fruits, doing Magnetic Poetry (full time) on the side. One of my co-workers, Ruth Romano, was taking a class at Augsburg College that was focused on "the American Dream." She invited me to come visit and speak to the class as her subject, me being the supposed archetypal aspiring entrepreneur with a wacky idea and good old Yankee exuberance and ingenuity. John was one of Ruth's classmates; he was finishing up his degree while doing communications for a local company, Cultural Toys.
After class, John approached me with questions, suggestions (call Lowell Fritzke, for one thing), and a couple of big old dollops of Yankee exuberance and ingenuity of his own. We exchanged numbers and have been in business with each other in some form or another ever since. First, he was our PR guy working for Kohnstamm Communications. Later, when he started his own marketing consulting business, Bright House, he bartered a spare office from us in trade for PR and marketing work. Recently, we "hired" John as our full-time marketing director (he's actually still an independent contractor).
Interesting John Larson facts: John and his beautiful wife, Nicole, each have their own marketing/communications businesses. John grew up way up north on the rocky shore of Lake Superior, in Two Harbors. Nicole's family once owned Nelson's Office Supplies, which some of you more mature Twin
Citizens (especially U of M students) will remember. Before getting married, the two of them traveled for a year in South America. Recently, they bought a spare lot from a church, which turned out to have once been the church dump, and were forced to sue the church for pollution abatement... in an inverted variation on "The Devil and Daniel Webster," they fought God in court and won!
And thus, though he's technically never been an employee, I give you our first honorary employee profilee, John Larson!
Our government's emergency response functions (the National Guard, Department of Homeland Security, FEMA) are stretched a bit thin right now, what with the big war in Iraq, so it's up to us to help out our brothers and sisters. Please send a donation to the Salvation Army, Red Cross, or any other relief organization that you believe in.