The upheaval to life in the Crowe household started a bit earlier than the COVID-19 affair. It all began so innocently, the plan was to snowmobile with Management to town to visit with friends, back home to do some things around the house, then zip up to Winnipeg for a Toastmasters humorous speech contest to finish out the day.
The weather was ideal and the trails freshly-
groomed as we snowmobiled into town on our two older Polaris touring sleds. We looped around through the scenic state forest for several miles through the jackpine plantations before heading north along the county highway into Warroad. Had a good time visiting and drinking coffee. Coffee with friends was a good tradition, who knew how soon it would end?
After saying goodbyes and suiting up, we headed back toward home. The trails and forest roads were good and we were making good time. Being a certified Minnesota DNR snowmobile instructor, I stopped at every corner to make sure Management didn’t miss the turn. About a mile and a half from home, I approached a stop sign, stopped, made a left turn and stopped again to check on her. When I looked back, I saw her laying prone on the snow bank, perpendicular to the road. This isn’t good. I ran back to her, noting that the Sno-Cat was upside down on the edge of the ditch behind her. She said later that she had over braked, putting her into a nasty skid, leading to an unscheduled dismount as we say in this business. It took way too many moments before she started to respond; eventually I could communicate with her, slide her down off the snow bank and get her helmet off. With the help of a couple of neighbors who came by, we got both her and the crippled sled home.
The afternoon was spent in the emergency room, where the doctor told Management she had a broken clavicle, gave her a sling and told her to visit a bone specialist the next week. Management is pretty tough, though in pain, she still wanted to go to Winnipeg, so we did.
She was scheduled to help at a robotics event in Grand Forks the next week, and during her tenure there, visited the specialist who x-rayed it and told her they didn’t really do much for broken clavicles, just let them heal.
Shortly after this, Gov. Waltz embarked on his shut down strategy. Our respective employers allowed us to work from home, however we broke out on several day trips to Grand Forks to have the specialist x-ray the clavicle, look at the badly separated bone ends and tell Management she would have to come back in a couple of weeks, it still wasn’t healed.
After one trip, Management confided to me that she wasn’t able to lay on her side without significant pain. We decided a change of specialist was in order. She had earlier talked to a coworker who had recommended a surgeon from a different clinic, so within days she was visiting with this specialist who explained that surgery was the best alternative for this type of break. Due to COVID-19, not many surgeries were being scheduled, so the next week she had day surgery to repair the clavicle and hasn’t looked back since. Eight weeks later, she comfortably lays on her side and is back jogging.
Highly educated medical practitioners can be, and often are, wrong, as this example and the COVID-19 dilemma has taught us. We have been daily barraged with conflicting advice and dictates. While Management suffered for several weeks due to an established mindset that broken clavicles need not be repaired, our nation and many businesses have been severely affected negatively due to forced shutdowns. The effectiveness of this strategy at preventing the spread of COVID-19 is notably suspect, and the computer modeling used to predict outcomes has been atrocious, at the very best.
Here in Minnesota, it is readily apparent that Walz is a woefully inadequate leader. The best depiction of his duplicity is a cartoon by A. F. Branco, which features Walz running down a football field carrying a set of goalposts emblazoned with “MN COVID-19 Recovery,” trying to stay ahead of the football in the air. His lack of diligence in keeping the order and complicity in condoning lawless acts have caused untold agony for those who lost their livelihood and businesses in the riots following George Floyd’s needless death at the knee of a Minneapolis policeman.
The endless virtue signaling we’ve seen is tiresome, especially the epitome event which features the U.S. House and Senate Democrat leadership kneeling while wearing Kente cloth. Very fitting that the modern leaders of the party of slavery were wearing the colors of the Ashanti, the historic slave traders of Africa.
It has been tough, but as Management endured through the trials and has fully recovered, I trust the nation will do the same. As Tony Dungy recently reminded us of this from the scripture, “Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” Romans 12:21.
Rob Crowe is a northern Minnesota conservative Republican writer, one of the few known to exist ...