Saturday will mark the three-week anniversary of the day my friend Darrell fell through a hole in his deck. You’ll recall that I wrote about it a couple days later. And in that story, I asked you to speculate on what Darrell’s last words were as he headed for the deck below. I had already … Continue reading “HE LOST”
I'm home from the hospital. This back yard was my welcome home present from my wonderful wife Lillian. I think I'll just sit out here in the shade for a couple of weeks. It’s not easy being an athlete at my age. More about that in a minute. First, an update on my adventures in … Continue reading I’m Home. Not Quite Okay, But Home.
HIS LAST WORDS BEFORE HE HIT THE GROUND WERE _________________________! Saturday was just a typical quiet midsummer weekend day at our house—I should say MY house, because it’s been all mine for more than a week as Lillian traveled to the west coast with her friend Christine. I picked raspberries in the morning, stopped at … Continue reading The Day Darrell Fell Through A Hole In The Deck
I’m going to take a little time out today from politics and saving the Bad Lands to get a little personal. A good thing has happened for me this summer, a reunion with an old pal, and I’m feeling pretty happy about it. So I’ll tell you the story. Those of you who know me … Continue reading If You Live Long Enough, Good Things Can Happen
On my first trip to the grocery store, or to anywhere besides the recliner in my living room, after a ten-day hospital stay and ten days of home confinement for treatment of a badly infected leg, I bought four peaches. California peaches, it said on the little label, not Georgia or Washington, the ones we … Continue reading “Peaches Help You Poop”
(Note: I know, I've written about this legal battle in this space before, but it's such good news--for now, at least--that I just can't quit sharing it. Below is an article which appears in the June issue of Dakota Country magazine, on the newstands and in the mail right now. By the way, if you … Continue reading A Victory For The Bad Lands
My wife Lillian is an Anglophile. For at least as long as I’ve known her, she’s been fascinated by anything involving England or Great Britain, especially royalty, especially female royalty. Also British history. Our library is full of books about England. So a few summers ago, she took a dream trip, a 3-week tour of … Continue reading A Laundry Lament
Why not? Why not scribble down some thoughts about Larry Woiwode. Nobody else seems to be doing that. He deserves better. Larry was one of those people who drifted in and out of my life. Our meetings were almost always by chance. The last was a couple years ago in the parking lot at Menard’s … Continue reading What Larry Woiwode Did
Dang! Dang! Dang! When you're old and retired, it's hard to keep track of what day it is, and what the date is. Today was one of those nice Spring days when I hardly had a care in the world, and we kept busy, even a road trip to Dickinson for supper and back, until … Continue reading The Redcoats Are Coming! The Redcoats Are Coming!
I’m sitting in my office on a clear, crisp, Saturday morning (I know it’s clear because the sun is shining in my eyes through my office window, and I know it’s cold because I went out looking for 3 or 4 days' issues of The Bismarck Tribune in the snow, to no avail) reading a … Continue reading Another Not-So-Little Win For The Bad Lands