Well, the title says it all.
This is it, the last blog for me. For those that are not avid readers of my blog, I have accepted a new position up in the Minneapolis area and will be moving in a couple weeks. While this is my last blog, technically my last day isn’t until Wednesday.
For this blog, I’ve decided to write one big thank-you note. Some of them might have a little “inside joke” information, so bear with me.
First off, I must thank the readers and everyone who has read my work, even if it was just one time. Seriously, it means a lot to me. I thank everyone who has shared their comments about my horse, Faith. I still say that she is more popular than I am, but nonetheless we both appreciate it.
Next, I have to thank my boss and editor of the newspaper Ryan McGaughey, because you know, technically he’s still my boss for a few for more days. Ha! But I really do appreciate everything you have taught me, and taking a chance on hiring some random girl living in New York looking to move back home.
To Julie Buntjer, I thought I knew a few things about farming due to my horse experience, but you have shown me up and have taught me more about the farming world than I ever thought I would learn.
Thank you to Robin Baumgarn for always making me laugh. When you got hired, I was so glad I wasn’t the only loud person in the newsroom anymore. Keep that up while I’m gone.
Roberta Fultz, thank you for the InDesign lesson. I seriously appreciate it, and I’ll miss your quick one-liners. Believe it or not, you are funny!
To the sports guys, Doug Wolter and Zach Hacker, first off, you guys are jerks! OK, that was an inside joke — they’re really not jerks — but you guys also kept the newsroom laughing and I’ll miss that. Doug, I hope your book sells millions and that the Detroit Lions win the Super Bowl next year. Just kidding — go Vikes!
Jesse Trelstad, you are an amazing photographer, and it’s been awesome sharing my “lonely island” desk with you. Also, a quick shout out to your wife Kristin Trelstad, who will be my replacement. You’re going to do amazing, and I’m really going to miss you!
I saved the best for last, so to speak. I can’t forget Beth Rickers, AKA “work mom.” Beth has mentored people at the Daily Globe for years, and I know I’m just one in the long line of many who have come before and will come after me. But, thank you so much for everything you have taught me. You made me a better writer, and I always know if I did a good job on an article if it got the Beth stamp of approval. I’ll miss having beers with you and Brian, and chatting with you every day at work.
Thank you to all of my other co-workers in all of the other departments, and to Publisher Joni Harms. It was a pleasure to get to know each and every one of you. Also, thank you to all of my former co-workers, especially Aaron Hagen — thank you for teaching me all that you know about city reporting.
Thank you to the Worthington Police Department and Nobles County Sheriff’s Office for teaching me so much about crime reporting, and being patient with me when I was just a newbie. Also, thank you to all of the Worthington city official. It was a honor to report the city news for Worthington.
I hope I haven’t missed anyone on the thank yous, but it really has been a pleasure being able to report the news for Worthington. I hope my reporting, whether it was good news or bad news, not only informed but entertained readers.
Faith and I are off to our next adventure.
Worthington – a leaving town – some would describe.
A revolving door of people who come here for what they need and go on to “greener pastures” so to speak.
I remember when I first moved here, I was a fresh young face that people didn’t recognize and I would get asked, “What brought you here?” or “Are you planning to stay?”
Their eyes almost seemed hopeful to have a young person plant their roots here in Worthington, and I would respond, “Yes, I plan to stay for a while.”
I usually tried to be vague, because I didn’t know where life would take me.
At this moment two years ago I was living in Buffalo N.Y., planning my 22nd birthday and working three jobs to support myself.
At this moment right now, though, I’m looking for apartments, not in Worthington, but in the Minneapolis area, and by my 24th birthday I will be moved into a new place and starting a new job.
Yes, I’m one of those people now.
I can almost feel the eye roll or the heavy sigh as one may read this and think, “There goes another one.”
I thought I was different, though, I swear! I really didn’t expect life to uproot me once again, and in this short amount of time, but when life gives you an opportunity you have to take it.
I’ve accepted a position at the International Union of Operating Engineers (IUOE) Local No. 49. For those construction or city workers out there you may recognize the union. I will be their Program Communications Assistant to their health fund.
I’ll spare you with explaining my new job description, but essentially it is a position that is more along the lines of what I went to college for.
I’ll admit, this is scary, I mean really scary.
Have you ever been in a situation where you wish for something for so long, you work the long hours, you put in the extra effort, you go that extra mile to obtain something? But when you finally get it, you kind of have this blank stare, and think, “Well, what now?”
If you have, you know exactly how I’m feeling.
For nearly six years I’ve been working toward finding a career more in line with my field.
I worked two jobs throughout college, I did an internship every semester and I even took on more college classes so I could graduate early. I took a part time reporting job right out of college, because it was at least using my degree, and even still I had to work two other jobs.
Essentially, I have no idea what it’s like to just work one job, and not have to worry about finding another one or thinking about what my next move will be in life. I’ll be able to focus on my one job, and be living in one place for a long time.
That’s a totally new concept to me since the last time I did that was in high school.
That all may have been an overshare, but it’s true.
So, it’s weird, exciting, scary, relieving, and stressful all at the same time to accept this new job and be uprooting my life once again.
Not to mention living in a city again, that’ll be an adjustment as I got used to my quiet simple life here In Worthington.
Faith, my horse, will have to be uprooted as well. Although she will probably remain in Windom for a little while until I find her a suitable place. If you think I have high standards for an apartment for myself, you should see what I expect for my horse. Ha!
While I’m excited about my new opportunity, I have to say and let all of you readers know that Worthington was great to me, exceptional actually.
Moving back to the Midwest from New York, I couldn’t have picked a more perfect town to transition back into. I’ve made great friends, I love everyone I worked with, I truely feel like Worthington is Minnesota’s little hidden gem.
I’m not saying my goodbyes yet though, I still have about three more weeks here, meaning I’ll have one more round at writing a blog.
I still have time to get one more yummy hot chocolate at BenLee’s, go shopping at the Daily Apple and hopefully if the weather is warm, take one last walk around the lake.
I’m a Minnesotan, born and bred. I always believed that Minnesotans are tougher than folks in other parts of the country. We’re born with ice in our veins and a little tougher skin.
Well, I think some of those traits must have skipped a generation with me, because I’m a big baby when it comes to the cold, and others usually suffer for it.
First off, my poor horse Faith gets very little attention when the subzero temperatures hit. The thought of tacking up my horse in the blistering cold … brrr! I try to get in my weekly visits, but I will admit I don’t ride her as much as I should. Instead, she gets the easy workout from the ground. I know there are some girls that face the bitter cold and ride their horses like it’s the middle of spring. I envy them, and I should probably try to be a little more like them. Nonetheless, I try to avoid it.
I’m trying to get out there and visit with Faith as much as I can during these awful winter months, but sometimes it’s so hard to leave my nice and warm apartment.
A little-known fact about riding your horse in the winter is that if you do work your horse hard to the point where they sweat in the winter months, you have to wait until they’re pretty much completely dry before putting them out to pasture again. There are specific blankets you can put on a horse to try and speed that process up, but it’s still a lot of waiting around and drying off your horse. While it’s true that their bodies are more accustomed to the cold than we are — and actually, the perfect temperature for horses is around 30 to 40 degrees — they too do not like the freezing cold.
Horses are a lot like humans in that way — if we get wet and then stand outside in temperatures below zero, we will most likely end up sick. Same thing with horses. I do try to avoid making Faith sweat even when I do get her workouts in, because there is almost nothing worse than taking care of a sick horse. Especially Faith; she tends to get cranky.
I also am currently fighting a nasty case of a cold (or maybe it’s strep throat — I honestly have no idea, since I’m too busy to go to a doctor again) but I’m using this new found sickness to, again, try to avoid the cold as much as possible. Faith is going to have to wait a little bit longer than usual to see me this week, as Tuesdays are one of my usual days to see her. But I may have coughed up one my lungs by then, so I don’t think that would make for the greatest situation.
I just hope warm weather is on the horizon so I can not be sick anymore, enjoy this nice weather and, most importantly, get out there and ride my horse!
I’m usually not one to write a “grind-my-gears” blog, but today I have to. In the spirit of education and learning new things, I thought I would take this entry and write about my job — again, something I rarely do.
It was last week. I was sitting through a presentation at an event I was covering, and the speaker kept saying how the media is awful — how we only like to write about the bad things and hide the positive things. Now, I’ve heard this ever since I began my career in journalism; it’s usually the first thing out of people’s mouths when they find out I’m a reporter. They automatically assume I’m sneaky and a “no-good doer.”
I don’t know why it was this moment that my frustrations came to a boiling point, but they did. So I’m here to educate everyone on the difference between your local newspapers or any other local media outlet and, let’s say, the corporate major network television news reporting. My goal is, and I’m really stressing this, is that the public — at least the readers of my blog — will FINALLY know the difference between the two and stop lumping us together.
To put it more boldly, I am not the same reporter you see on Fox News or CNN.
First, we’re not owned by a multi-million dollar company that has an agenda of certain news we should and should not publish. I understand that some media outlets have those agendas, but I can assure you that your local media outlet does not.
As far as the type of news we do cover, I think I can speak for all reporters here at the Daily Globe and say we love to report good news.
I know — total plot twist!
It’s true. Yes, there is some satisfaction in uncovering breaking news stories, but there is also something to be said for stories about students in our local high school being honored with awards or winning the big game. We love the heart-melting stories of regular citizens pulling together to help out a neighbor or community member that is going through some struggles.
Again, to put it simply, we love to write about the good things and recognize all of the great accomplishments of people in our community.
Now, for the bad stuff.
As the crime reporter, I’m usually the go-to girl when writing about touchy subjects, and I’ll tell you, it’s not always fun. It’s my job, and even though I’m writing about bad things, the public still deserves to know. This next point is sort of on you, as the reader: you read it. You read the bad stuff because you’re curious. That’s not the fault of the reader, it’s just human nature.
If you’ve ever heard the phrase “the customer is always right,” well, the same goes for journalism. Some of the most-read stories are ones about the bad things. We do have to care about readership numbers to some extent, so we continue to report the bad things, too.
If, in the distant future, humans suddenly have no care in the world to ever hear about bad news, then the media will probably stop publishing it. Until then, you’re going to keep reading and hearing about it, because the reader or viewer is interested and deep down wants to know what’s going on.
Once again, it’s no fault of the reader; I myself have fallen guilty to this. I’ll read my local newspaper to know who got arrested because maybe I’ll know the person. I’ll read about how one of the local businesses in my town is closing down because it’s interesting, and even though it’s bad news, I’ll probably still continue to be curious and read it.
Trust me, we reporters know that there’s a lot of bad news going on — especially the national news. Believe it or not, we get sick of it, too. So, as a local newspaper, we try to intersperse the bad news with some good news.
I hope I’ve helped, and I can breathe a sigh of relief knowing that I’ve stood up for my fellow local journalists. Your local media outlets are here to give you the heart-warming stories as well as inform you about the bad stuff. It’s our job to do both.
Well, I made it. I’ve returned to the great state of Minnesota from my five day vacation to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, and trust me, my boyfriend basically had to push me onto the plane to get me to leave Mexico.
We had such a fabulous time with this being our first vacation together, my boyfriend’s first time traveling abroad and it having been quite some time since I’ve traveled abroad as well, I was a little nervous about how this whole trip would pan out.
From start to finish though, we had such a great time, our resort was only a little ways out of the downtown Cabo hype, and we either took a $9 cab ride or a $1 city bus ride downtown if we needed, which was perfect. We did actually ride the city bus which was quite an experience as all of Cabo’s city buses are just hollowed out school buses with bench seating on each side, but it was a cheap way to get into town.
We spent all of our time soaking up the sun and fitting in as many activities in our day as possible. One of the first being a trip out to the famous El Arco in Cabo San Lucas. In just a short water taxi ride you take a trip to Lover’s Beach which faces the Sea of Cortez to see the amazing rock formation. Then we spent a couple hours on Lover’s Beach and across the way on Divorce Beach, which faces the Pacific Ocean. What a beautiful sight! Both beaches were awesome and both vastly different. The Lover’s Beach side was very calm and quiet and just across to the other side on Divorce Beach you can see the Pacific Ocean thrash away over rocks and sand, it’s truly amazing.
Later that day, we decided to take a trip to El Arco on our own and rented a jet ski. We jet skied up and down the Sea of Cortez and finally made it out to the Arco on our own and enjoyed the view. While were jet skiing a couple “friends” decided to join us as we saw dolphins and sea lions alongside us.
One night we decided to hit the Cabo bar scene, and let me tell you Cabo is a party town 24/7. Even if you’re just grabbing a quick lunch, you’re always going to get some sort of free shot of alcohol. So my boyfriend and I traveled down to the famous Cabo Wabo bar, which happens to the bar that Sammy Hagar of Van Halen owns. The food was great and we were a little early to see the band so we decided to head out to another bar called the Giggling Marlin where for only $11 you can be strung up – like a marlin – and have a shot poured down your throat, plus a photo opp, of course.
That bar was awesome, they were always playing some sort of game and got everyone in the bar involved we had so much fun. As we headed out, my boyfriend made a suggestion to go back to Cabo Wabo and maybe see the band play. Well, we got a lot more than we bargained for, because as we walked in and talked to the bouncer he told us that Sammy Hagar himself was taking the stage for a surprise performance.
That was probably the highlight of our trip, he only played for a half hour then went back up and left with his wife. Needless to say, we were both pretty starstruck and so lucky to have gone back to the bar the exact moment the red rocker was taking the stage. Plus, how many people can say they saw Sammy Hagar perform in Cabo at the restaurant he owns? Not many.
Our journey didn’t end there, on our last day we spent it on a booze-cruise yacht that took us out snorkeling in Chileno Bay where we saw many tropical fish, and since it is whale season in January in Cabo we saw many whales, dolphins and sea lions. Again, what an amazing experience and definitely something I was not expecting. It really was a party the whole five days and it never dropped below 70 degrees during the day.
It was very tough leaving, but we both had a fabulous time and can’t wait to plan our next vacation, definitely somewhere warm again!
Daily Globe Reporter Erin Trester may be reached at 376-7322.
The holiday season has come and gone. I traveled to and from Lewiston to Mankato to Worthington and now the fun part begins — going through my Christmas loot.
Part of that loot happens to be a new television, which I’m eternally grateful for as I’ve had the same one since my freshman year of college. It was time for an upgrade. Thanks, Mom and Dad.
This television, though, has some of the latest technology to hit home screens: I now have a smart TV.
Sounds like something from a futuristic themed horror movie, right? No worries, a smart TV is basically a television that can connect to wifi and download apps, such as YouTube, so those cat videos you spend hours watching on your phone can now be watched on a huge screen in the comfort of your home.
It’s pretty great. Now that I’m finally getting the hang of how to run the thing, I’m really loving it.
Except, I’ve noticed one small problem starting to develop.
I’m basically addicted to the TV now — well, not the television, but an app on my TV.
One word. Netflix.
Ah, yes, Netflix. Prior to owning my smart TV I watched it on my laptop, but I had never binge-watched an entire show or sat in front of my computer watching movies all day. No, I was better than that, and laughed at all my peers who had succumbed to this Netflix addiction.
Once again, the joke is on me.
It wasn’t my fault, really, I’m totally innocent! It all started pretty simply. My boyfriend was helping me program my new TV because he’s more technology-capable than I am, to say the least. Once it was programmed, he started showing me what a smart TV can do, and what different applications are installed on it.
That’s when I saw it — the Netflix app. It had been permanently programmed into my TV, so I thought, hey, what the heck, let’s try it out.
That was about two weeks ago. I am now three weeks into owning my new TV, and I watched the first season of “Orange is the New Black” in a span of two and a half days.
All right, I’m admitting it, I may have a problem. Staying up until 1 a.m. to binge-watch a show may not be my finest moment, but I just can’t help it.
I look at it as a great Christmas present, and something my parents did not waste their money on since I use it so much. Great cover story, right?
I’m hoping I can wean off this new addiction, but let’s be honest, I still have to finish season two of “Orange is the New Black,” plus start other shows that I’ve been interested to watch.
Goodbye outside world — been nice knowing ya.
I know, I know, Christmas is not until next week, but due to where I fall on the blog rotation schedule, this is kind of my last shot at wishing everyone a merry Christmas — and to also reflect on my first full year in Worthington.
This year has been kind of crazy for me, from getting settled into a new job and my position changing from crime and education reporter to crime and government reporter, not to mention moving my 13-year-old horse, Faith, three different times this year.
It’s been a good full year in Worthington. I’m finally feeling comfortable being the government reporter, and I’m finding that I like reporting on city news more and more. I think I can safely say that I’ve tackled that challenge.
Faith is also getting settled in into her new home in Windom, which we both love very much. I’m happy to report again that she is feeling much better from her colic scare and has gained so much weight; now I’m only graining her once a day instead of twice a day. Oh, but don’t worry, Faith still gets to munch on hay all day and night, as well as the few apple treats I give her when she’s been good. She also has a new best friend named Cloud, who is a paint. For those that don’t know, paint horses are the spotted horses — usually white and brown/orangey spots. They are really best buds.
I’m really excited to spend this Christmas at both my parents’ house and with my boyfriend’s family. That will be a first for me, as I am always at my parents’ house for the full Christmas holiday, but I am excited to possibly start a new tradition.
Looking forward in the year ahead — in my opinion, I think I’m starting it off pretty well. In mid-January my boyfriend and I will be traveling San Jose Del Cabo, Mexico, for a five-day getaway for his birthday. I couldn’t be more thrilled about that and hope to get a nice tan.
Anyway, that’s all from me, and I’ll see you readers in the new year! Oh, before I forget, below, Faith is sporting her new Christmas attire. She appreciates everyone’s comments, questions and concerns about her, and I think her popularity is getting to her head a bit. Oh well, she deserves it. Merry Christmas everyone!
It always happens right before a big holiday. My car breaks down, I get sick or something in my apartment needs to be replaced. Whether I like it or not, for some reason the holidays usually bring a little bit of bad luck for me — maybe some of you share this superstition.
Well, the bad luck has now been transferred to my 13-year-old thoroughbred Faith. In the early morning hours two days before Thanksgiving, I got a phone call that Faith was starting to colic. When a horse colics, it either can be something that passes within a few hours or it can be an extremely scary situation for a horse. Some horses can even die when they colic.
The term “colic” can encompass all forms of gastrointestinal conditions which cause pain, as well as other causes of abdominal pain not involving the gastrointestinal tract. The most common form of a colic is a gas colic, which is the type Faith experienced. They are most often related to colonic disturbances such as a change of diet or overeating, just to name a few reasons.
There are a number of different types of colics, but basically a horse experiences severe abdominal pain. You can usually tell when a horse is colicing, because they are lying down on their side, and in Faith’s case, start to roll around like something is irritating them.
So, of course, when I got the call I was immediately in a panic. My lovely horse-borders stayed and walked her, as when a horse colics they are not to be left alone, and need to be under supervision until it passes.
Not to gross anyone out, but in order for you to tell when a horse is starting to feel better from a colic, they start to go to the bathroom, and begin to feel “unplugged,” and then they usually begin eating within a few hours.
In order to treat Faith, a vet had to come out and administer an IV full of Banamine and Buscopan, which — again, not to gross anyone out — helps them relieve the gas and helps them go to the bathroom.
Within about five hours, Faith was back to her old self, eating hay all day long, but man was that quite a scare.
As a little treat to her, this past weekend Faith received a massage (yes, I pay for my horse to get a massage), mainly to help her relax, and to also diagnose any sore spots and improve her overall health. As I expected, she has a few sore spots that need to be tended to, and she probably needs to be started on a joint supplement to help her joints loosen up.
Overall, I have a very happy horse once again, and hopefully no more scares before Christmas!
All around town I’ve been hearing, “Thank God I don’t live in Buffalo” or “Did you hear about all the snow in Buffalo?”
As a former Buffalonian, and still a western New Yorker at heart, I really feel badly about all of the residents trapped in the their homes — and some even in their vehicles on the Thruway, which was shut down due to the weather.
I will say that yes all you Minnesotans, especially the ones complaining about the cold, be glad you’re not in Buffalo at the moment.
For those who don’t watch television, listen to the radio, read the paper or get out much, Buffalo, N.Y., has a record 60 inches of snow on the ground. Twelve people have died from these storms, and more snow is coming.
What is interesting about Buffalo is that Lake Erie creates lake effect snow. Basically the city, and most of western New York, is split. The towns south of Buffalo, or what the locals call the south towns, get the brunt of the snow, and it doesn’t matter how much snow they get, they always get it first. Meanwhile, the north towns and the northern part of the city either don’t get as much snow, or don’t get any at all. You could literally have one part of the city shut down and the other part not be. There is a video that actually shows an aerial view of the literal split between snow and no snow.
My heart really goes out to all of those in Buffalo affected by the weather. I have many friends who have been trapped in their homes for days, digging themselves out of the snow. However, no other city is better prepared for this than Buffalo. Buffalonians take pride in their survival of the snow, and so I know the city will come out on top and in distant years recall the snowstorm of 2014.
I also smile when I see residents having fun in the snow. In a situation like that, when snow is literally pouring into your house, sometimes all you can do is try to have a little fun with it.
During my time living in Buffalo, while there was never quite this much snow on the ground, it was very normal to get a few feet of snow each winter. To Buffalonians, that’s just the norm.
While many people have said to me, “Wow, I bet you’re glad you’re not in Buffalo at the moment,” part of that is true. However, Buffalo owns a piece of my heart, and part of me does wish I was there and I miss it. As crazy as it sounds, I’ll probably be back out there for another visit in a few months or so — just maybe when this whole snowmageddon passes through. I still have a lot of Buffalove for Buffalo.
Veterans Day is a time when Americans should honor those who have served our country. It’s often confused with Memorial Day, which is set aside to honor those who died serving their country. Veterans Day is for all those who have served in the armed forces and their families.
Every Veterans Day I always make sure I text or call my dad and tell him thank you, as he was a storekeeper second class in the Navy. He served on the U.S.S. Hunley in Scotland and also on a hydrofoil squadron in Key West, Fla.
Yep, that’s right, we’re a Navy family. My dad served, I have three great uncles who were sailors and I will soon be a Navy sister, as my brother plans to take the final step in the enlistment process next week.
My uncle — my dad’s brother — took a different branch and served in the Air Force, working on B1B Lancer Bombers. Needless to say, my family has always been proud of the military. My dad always says the Navy was the best time in his life, and soon my brother will be the next generation to serve.
It was no surprise when Will, my brother, hit his senior year in high school and broke the news to us that he decided he wanted to enlist instead of going to college first. My brother has been interested in the military, and specifically the Navy, for as long as I can remember.
Anyone who knows Will knows that if you want to know anything — and yes, I mean anything — about WWI, WWII and the Vietnam War, you can ask him.
He’s not your typical 17-year-old. I was always proud of Will because instead of his heroes being celebrities or athletes, my brother looked up to actual heroes — war heroes.
Instead of wanting an autograph from a famous football player, my brother was absolutely thrilled the year he received an autograph from Bill Guarnere — one of the men that the television miniseries “Band of Brothers” was based on. My brother collects, medals, guns, uniforms, patches — anything you can think of dealing with war memorabilia. So it’s no surprise that he, too, would want a uniform with his own name on it.
My dad and brother share this passion so much so that we always tell my dad he could have been a great history teacher (and whenever any one of my high school teachers wanted time-period actual war memorabilia to show to the class, they always asked if my dad could come in and give a presentation).
Veterans Day is something that we take very seriously in the Trester household. Honoring those who have served is special to us, and I always think of the time that our family took a little vacation to Oahu, Hawaii. While the sandy beaches and warm temperatures were a perk, we weren’t there for the sun and sand. We were there to visit the historic Pearl Harbor site.
I’ve never really seen both my dad and brother so stoic. They took this moment extremely seriously. As tourists walked up and down part of the ship that you could still stand on, my dad and brother kept looking at something over the side of the boat.
When my dad called me over, he pointed to a small hole on the side of the boat, and it was leaking oil. Yes, still leaking oil.
I’ll never forget when he turned to me and said, “Look, she’s still bleeding.”
That was an emotional day for us. I know the men that died that day were around my age — the age that my dad served in the Navy, and the age that now Will will serve. Those boys are still in their tomb to this day.
So I ask all of you today to take a moment and remember all who have served, continue to serve and will serve this great country of ours.
As for my brother Will, as they say in the Navy, fair winds and following seas. Have an adventure of a lifetime. I know you’ll do great, and we’re all so proud of you.