Friday, December 22, 2017

Canfield's of Nostalgic Dreams

December 22, 2017
Just as Cinderella pointed out to me back in junior high, sometimes you don’t know what you got ’til it’s gone.  This is how I assume many people feel after a locally beloved business/institution closes.  The place that we are now losing here in Omaha is Canfield’s.  When I was a kid I seem to recall it was somewhere downtown.  Dad took us there a few times before we went up to Canada to fish one summer.  We got some fishing supplies and several ponchos.  I was fascinated by the military surplus supplies, which evoked the excitement of my little plastic army men, but scaled up to grown-up size.  Before going up to the great northwest to work in the salmon industry I stopped in to purchase a surplus of supplies, including a synthetic fill sleeping bag and a big army stuff sack to fill with my many camping and cooking supplies.  I had to accept help from a passerby in Seattle to get the thing hoisted up onto my shoulders to walk down to the bus stop to get to the processing boat.  I still have many of those supplies, including a hand ax that I have never used to chop anything.  Climbing shoes, work boots, work pants, an R2D2 fishing rod for Snot Jr.  I wasn’t there a lot, but it was nice to know that they were always there when I needed them.  Usually when I was leaving town.
The last time I was there I glanced around and realized they’d cut down on their floorspace.  The work clothes and army surplus supplies seemed to have been nearly, if not completely, absent.  There was a bicycle department.  Quite a few full-suspension Yetis (are there any other kinds?) and a few road bikes, mostly Specialized, I think.  Not really my thing.  It seemed to have lost most of its uniqueness.  I could get everything they had at other, bigger shops with more to choose from.  They did automatically price match my work boots, which cut the price by $50 - now what kind of way to do business is that!?  Well, the big chain shops have been here in town for quite a while.  Cabela’s/Bass Pro, Duluth Trading Co., and Scheel’s were just down the street.  Not to mention Campmor and Backcountry reaching their ghostly hand into the pockets of outdoor supply purchasers.  Their corner on the market had become a small corner of the market and, apparently, become too small to be profitable.  
So thanks for the memories and for sparking my imagination and wanderlust. As a friend of mine once said about living in Omaha - it’s kind of an intellectually inclined place because there’s nothing else to do here so people sit around and read a lot.  It was also nice to wander around Canfield’s and picture yourself out adventuring someplace else with mountains, lakes, and/or rivers.  

So if you need a few more Christmas gifts, you might want to stop by Canfield’s for some nostalgia and/or great deals on outdoor supplies (including full-suspension Yetis and Specialized road bikes).  
-BSO


Wednesday, December 6, 2017

What are you looking for?

December 6, 2017
Chilly Salutations from the cold heartland,
How is the start of this holiday season treating you?  Great/shit!  Wow!  Same here!  I’d love to hear more about that.  Here are a couple things I’d like to relate to you.
  1. I noticed that I had some frozen snot on my still fairly new MEC Mica pants.  I guess that snot rocket misfired.  But such is the fate of many exploratory missions.  
  2. I lost my wallet (pronounced wall-AY,  kind of Fonzee, kind of Wall-E) because I didn’t zip my pannier lid!  When will I learn to zip my damn panniers!?   
Allow me to expound upon these items.
  1. Snot is sticky.  People can be sticky too.  Or slick like Teflon.  Which are you?  I hear you.  Let’s stick with that.  Right!?
  2. Aren’t we all looking for something?  Maybe something to eat?  Something to drink?  Someone to love?  Some sleep?  Well, I felt a bit sticky sheepish as I looked for my wallet.  This isn’t the first time I’ve lost my wallet by leaving my pannier lid unzipped.  Maybe I should just put my wallet in the main compartment of the pannier where it is virtually impossible to lose.  But then what would I do if I stopped at the grocery store and the wallet was in a hard-to-reach location underneath my lunch containers in the pannier?!  What!?  Dig!  That is what I would do.  I can dig for it, if need be.  But we all want convenience.  Well, let’s see if I learned my lesson.  I’ll get you an update one of these days.  Anyway, while searching for my lost wallet, I resolved to either reward the finder of my wallet (if returned) with all the money in my wallet - $41.  Or, if I found it myself, I vowed to give $20 to the next person I encountered who was in need.  I decided that would include a Salvation Army bell ringer.  I thought about the human situation.  About how sometimes we feel so slick, together, and aloof, and how the next moment we feel foolish and needy.  Well I felt blessed to be happily reunited with my money and identification.  Here is where I found my sweet wallet.  Great to see you again!



Here are some photos I wasn’t really looking for, but I just happened to accidentally encounter.  Maybe I’ll use them when I try to sell my Big Shot Wear Yellow Ride bike - it just doesn’t fit me very well.
Ben Watts girls on bikes shoot - https://vimeo.com/30574825
Although I don't want to overthink the presence of these lovely ladies with these bicycles, I kind of wonder how they really feel about them.  I mean, I like bikes and would be glad to pose in a similar manner, but I couldn't get sexy with it.  I did come up with a few jingles a while back.  Maybe I'll share them with you later.  Whether you're looking for jingles or not!

Warm and non-sexy regards,
BSO