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Marilyn Hagerty: Everyone has to start somewhere

Dear Greg Strausbaugh,

You seem to be in charge of registration for the Fall Job Fair coming up Thursday at the Alerus Center. I was just wondering what you did on your first job.

We all have to start somewhere. One of my first jobs was writing city briefs for my hometown newspaper — the Capital Journal at Pierre, S.D. I also washed dishes at the St. Charles Hotel café.

Brandon Wild, a professor in the UND aviation school, started out as a photo assistant in his dad's shop in Northbrook, Ill.

Pat Devig, a retired heart surgeon, first worked hoeing beets near his home in Grafton.

Brandon Vandervort started out carrying Sunday newspapers in his hometown of Virginia, Minn. Now he's a special education coordinator with the Grand Forks schools.

Julian "Curly" Gasperlin first went to work feeding and milking cows on the family farm at Albany, Minn. He ended up teaching school 40 years at Goodridge, Minn., and at Sacred Heart in East Grand Forks.

Liz Eggers learned to make change and meet the public on her first job. That was working for her parents, who ran the concession stand at the long-gone Grand Forks Chiefs ball park. She loaded the pop machine, popped the popcorn and sliced ice cream sandwiches. She ended up with a teaching and musical career.

Long before he became an insurance agent in East Grand Forks, Terry Hecht had his first job. It was dusting cans in a grocery store.

Bernie Goodman earned 25 cents an hour on her first summer job at the Forx Theatre on North Fourth Street in Grand Forks. And that was in the good ol' days.

Corey Mock got his start in the working world by selling concessions at the Nodak Speedway in Minot.

No matter how you started, lessons learned from that first job never leave you, Greg. I see there are registration forms available for the job fair at the Chamber or at Job Services.

I'm glad to know you started out in the work world with S&S Lawn Mowing service.

Fall is here

This week, the golden leaves should be stacked on the berms all around Grand Forks. Homecoming is over at UND, and all is well along the English Coulee. Some around here are still wishing a town and gown gathering as in days of yore could cap off homecoming Saturday evening.

What do you think about that?

Right now I am bidding farewell to Philip the Fly and Juanita the Wasp. As far as I am concerned, it is time for them to head south with the birds.

Best wishes to you, and I hope all goes well at the Job Fair.

Your friend, Marilyn, saying farewell to summer as the last golden leaves float around the berm on Cottonwood Street.