Though now commonplace, team trips were once special.
Part of youthful hopefulness died with JFK.
We’re in the middle of National Education Week, and it’s impossible to think of education without focusing on teachers. It’s been a long while since I was in a school...
New portraits sure beat paper printouts.
I was working my way through a typical Thursday afternoon this week when I received the updated forecast from the National Weather Service and saw the word “blizzard.” The word...
Like a lot of other people across the United States, I watched news reports and weather video clips of the flooding along the east slopes of the Rocky Mountains in...
I'm a fairly bright guy, but there have been long-range, visionary concepts I simply struggled to understand. One of those, many years ago, was the late Gov. Bill Janklow's plan to wire the schools as a way to spread access to modern technology across South Dakota. We talked about that vision so long the governor started thinking I was playing stupid. Huh-uh. That was no act. I didn't get it at first. It took years, but I finally understood what he was trying to do and why it was important to do it through the schools.
I mentioned the wedding at Cass Lake, Minnesota, but I don't think I made it clear what an incredible thing it was for me to haul a boat that far. Two things made that an incredible journey. First, I'm not that fond of towing trailers behind my pickup. I don't mind pulling the boat from the garage out to the West Shore boat ramp just above Oahe Dam. The longer the distance, the less I like it. I've come to accept that, most years when the Woster clan has its summer reunion near Chamberlain, I'll drag the boat that far. It's about 85 miles, one way. Cass Lake put that to shame.
HEADLINE Mrs. Woster's baby boy got married last weekend, and we hauled ourselves and a boat nearly 500 miles into the heart of Minnesota for the ceremony. Andy is the youngest of three Woster children. He's in his middle 30s and has been out on his own for years and years, but he's still his mother's little boy. His wedding to Katie, a North Dakota woman turned Denver neurologist, took place on the shore of Cass Lake.
To tell the story of the Airhead water-fun towable tube, I must go back to the beginning of time. Back in 1973 or 1974, Nancy and I went on our first weekend camping trip up the Missouri River to Okobojo Creek. We hung out with two couples who became some of the closest friends we will ever know, learned to water ski (yup, at age 30 and after growing up along the Missouri, I finally learned to ski), decided to buy a boat and changed the course of summers forever. In those days, folks who used the river either camped and fished or camped and skied.