Cliff Buchan tells of highs and lows in 40 years of storytelling for Forest Lake Times
It was during an early summer billiards game at the Henning Pool Hall when a friend heard that I had taken a job working at the newspaper in Forest Lake. My pool-playing pal was from the Twin Cities and knew a little about Forest Lake.
“That’s Houleville,” my friend commented, as he played safe in a game of snooker. “The town is full of Houles.”
I didn’t think much about it at the time.
A few days later after reporting for duty, my new boss, Howard Lestrud, armed me with his 35 mm camera, a long lens, an umbrella and sent me out in the rain on Lake Street to shoot pictures. Just get something of interest, he said.
It was my first assignment and I did what I was told. As a letter carrier hurried south down Lake Street on her appointed rounds, fighting the rain, I aimed the camera and shot. The photo was a keeper.
It was a Houle, Karen Houle to be exact. See more in Cliff Buchan’s Final Draft column in the Forest Lake Times.