At first, Ralph Bartholdt thought the brain trust behind the Spirit Lake lawn mower races earlier this month had scrimped on the porta-potties. Which presented a major problem because Old West Hardware and its bathroom across Maine Street were shut for Father's Day. With the beep-beep-beep signals sent by his bladder to his brain growing stronger, Ralph watched as a red-faced man from the throng rattle the door of the hardware store in vain – and then thought darkly: "There were many people and a lot of tattoos, but not enough potty huts to support the water and coffee crowd at a T-ball game." But the Spirit Lake race watchers weren't a water-and-coffee crowd. They'd been primed with junk food and beer. Which runs its course quickly. All this is recorded in The Skinny on North Idaho blog that Ralph compiles with S-R reporter Taryn Hecker. As Ralph mulled the prospect of marking his spot publicly as he saw a dachshund do, a miracle occurred. He sighted another potty hut and then another scattered frugally along the race route "like flowers adrift of a garland." He'd been blinded by his own emergency. In the end, Ralph decreed contently: "What, after all, is a Father's Day without a burger, a plastic mug of beer, a lawn mower driven by an orange-haired boy in jeans and a dirt bike helmet pushing 42 mph and ample potty huts?" Huckleberries