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Since 1997, Eric has owned and operated Bergeson Nursery, rural Fertile, MN, a business his grandfather started in 1937. With the active participation of his parents, who owned the business for the previous twenty five years, and his younger brother ...
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Since 1997, Eric has owned and operated Bergeson Nursery, rural Fertile, MN, a business his grandfather started in 1937. With the active participation of his parents, who owned the business for the previous twenty five years, and his younger brother Joe, who is now president of the company, the business has nearly tripled in size during Eric’s ownership tenure. The holder of a Master of Arts in History from the University of North Dakota, Eric has taught courses in history and political science at the University of Minnesota, Crookston. He is also an adjunct lecturer in history for Hamline University, St. Paul, MN. Eric’s hobbies include Minnesota Twins baseball, Bach organ music, bookstores, hiking, photography, singing old country music with his brother Joe, and watching the wildlife on the swamp in front of his house eight miles outside of Fertile, Minn.
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And thank goodness. Today was the first day since I got my tonsils removed on June 17 that I actually felt better than the day before, and by a whole bunch. I slept through the night for the first time. I got up really sore, but drinking water and eating jello got me rolling. I decided I was tired of starving, so I made pork roast, new potatoes and peas for noon lunch and forced down a full plate. Every swallow was arduous, but having food in my stomach felt so good. 

I quit the hydrocodone, which I guess is considered a narcotic. My dreams got so very dark and strange. I remember the same thing with the pain killer I took after a previous surgery. The mental impact was not worth the pain reduction benefit. 

Today, I can feel the stitches start to loosen. So, one week really under the weather isn't so bad. I really gain an appreciation for people who are fighting cancer, in particular, where the treatment itself causes pain and goes on for months and months. I am not sure how I would handle that mentally. 

It was only in the past three days that the pain went down enough for me to read. I read a good book, Dry, by Augusten Burroughs yesterday, finishing it this morning. It is a memoir of a rich, successful 24-year-old Manhattan alcoholic who enters rehab in Minnesota. The reviews cite the book's humor. I didn't find the book funny in the least, but then I am not interested in ironic hipster humor. Ever. Yet, it is a strong memoir, even as the author comes across as utterly lost in his shallowness. He is not somebody I would want to know or even meet, yet, hearing his thought processes gives me insight into the addicts I have come across in my own life.

Above all, the book reminded me of how enmeshed I am in roots. For better or worse, I am rooted.

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