Mitt Romney called me the other evening to invite me to a political rally. How do I know it was Mitt Romney, the former governor of Massachusetts and the Republican Party's presidential candidate last time around? I don't, not for sure. I've never talked with the guy. I saw him on television a few times back in 2012 when he was running. I walked in the back door after work and the message light was blinking on the telephone. Yup, we're the last home in the entire world that has a landline, I guess. I actually like it. It's like a spam filter for calls. All of our junk calls go there.
I connected with a couple of former South Dakota news reporters the other day through the magic of social media, Facebook, to be specific. And by connected, I mean each of us posted something and one or another of us "liked'' the post or made a snarky comment. It was great, if brief, fun, being in the same electronic world with Jim Carrier and Sandy Johnson, and it made me smile the rest of the evening. Young folks who grew up on social media, the folks who spend every waking hour (and probably several non-waking ones, too) connected to others are probably thinking, "Ooh.
Tomorrow, the 13th anniversary of the terrorist attacks on New York City and Washington, D.C., a fitting way to remember that terrible day might be to go back and read the speech the late Gov.
My hair is thinning, it's kind of fine and it's totally unruly, so when I wear a cap or hat or bicycle helmet, it creates the kinds of patterns that make my granddaughter Sage laugh and point and say. "Spikes. Spikes.'' Even so, I've had a few growths removed from my forehead and been told by my family doctor that I should wear a head cover when I'm out in the sun.
My big brother, Jim, knows cattle markets, and my little brother, Kevin, knows the outdoors. Me? I know what I know. I like to think of myself as pretty rational in most ways. I spent most of my life as a newspaper reporter covering state government, the state court system and the Legislature, and I developed a deep respect for facts. If I wanted to know how much was being spent on a program, I looked at the budget. If I wanted to know a Supreme Court decision, I read the published opinion. If I wanted to know who voted for a bill in the House or Senate, I read the journals.
Wow. Another Sturgis Motorcycle Rally is coming to an end, and again this year I failed to sneak out and get the tattoo I've been promising myself for ages. The rally officially started last Monday. The official end is tomorrow, Sunday, but if it's like most of the rallies I covered in my years as a newspaper reporter, the crowd has been easing since maybe sometime Wednesday or Thursday.
Driving along Sioux Avenue in Pierre the other evening on my way to fill the pickup with gasoline, I paused at a red light, looked to my left and realized the old city auditorium is gone. Don't go and alert the media. It's not a news flash. The old building has been gone for a while now, I think. I remember when city leaders talked about demolishing the place. I vaguely remember a story in the local paper about the start of the removal work. I've driven past the spot dozens of times, I'm sure, since the entire site has been nothing but a level square of dirt.
Long, long ago in what sometimes seems like another galaxy far away, people would go out camping for a weekend without television, cell phones and electricity. The moms and dads hurried home from work on Friday afternoon, moved the cold stuff from the refrigerator to ice chests, tossed the chests and a few other last-minute items into an already packed camper, hitched up the boat and headed for the river.
Watching the Fort Pierre Fire Department's fireworks display from a boat on the Missouri River is a marvelous way to end a Fourth of July. The light show more than offsets the tricky and sometimes dangerous business of getting back to the dock in the dark. This year the trip back was more intense than usual. First, I must say that the consensus in our boat -- adults, teens and kids -- was that the fireworks display was the best in all the years we've anchored off-shore near the rodeo grounds and watched starbursts light the sky almost directly over our heads.
So, I've been a little busy at work for a while, and it was only the other evening that I read through the sports pages of several recent papers and noticed that there's a World Cup soccer thing happening overseas somewhere. I don't always read much of the sports, but I like to read sports columns, and this guy Mike Wise from the Washington Post had a piece in The Daily Republic earlier this week. The headline caught my eye (and, yes, that's what a headline is supposed to so, so it worked nicely, and good job to the headline writer).