In 1974, Dick Van Dyke played the lead role in a television movie called "The Morning After,'' the story of a high-powered public relations guy with a huge drinking problem.
I pride myself on keeping up with current events, but it's a struggle. Not because I lack time to read and watch but because so much of what I read and watch is so terribly discouraging, angry and without supporting sources. I can make my own judgments, decide what I think. I just want some relatively objective, dispassionate sources to give me Joe Friday-like facts. That can't be asking too much, can it? Newspapers still do it, but how many can a guy subscribe to at once?
When I was maybe a high school freshman, I took my acoustic guitar to the grand opening of a grocery store in Chamberlain and accompanied and sang harmony with Mary Kay on a couple of popular folk songs of the day.
The first time I visited New York City, I covered the national convention at which the Democrats nominated Jimmy Carter as their candidate for president. Who am I kidding? It was the only time I visited New York. The year was 1976, the nation's bicentennial. Jerry Brown was governor of California. Forty years later, he's governor again, but in 1976 they called him Governor Moonbeam.
It's the Fourth of July weekend. For my family that means, weather permitting, a trip down to the bend in the Missouri River after sunset on Monday to watch the fireworks display on the Fort Pierre shore.
The first time I covered a meeting of an interim legislative committee, the chairman ordered an executive session and made me leave the room. That was in 1969, the Dark Ages of open meetings/open records laws in South Dakota. By law meetings were open. Executive sessions (a fancy term for secret meetings) could be called to discuss student, employee and personnel matters. I became familiar with that law when I became a government reporter.
The other day, as I drove near the Capitol building, I pulled to the curb briefly to study the Trail of Governors sculpture of George T. Mickelson. I find it the most striking of the sculptures along the trail. All are nicely done, but this one especially catches the eye. Located along the sidewalk west of the Capitol, the sculpture captures the late governor striding purposefully, shoulders back, head high, clad in a double-breasted suit and holding the snap brim of a dress hat in one hand.
Several times a year during my career as a newspaper reporter, I'd wake from sleep in the middle of the night suddenly worried that I'd written a factual error into a story to be published in the morning newspaper. I hated the thought of an incorrect fact in a story. I used to print out a copy of each story I submitted and take it home with me. When I came awake in the middle of the night sweating over a possible error, I checked the printout to make sure I hadn't written George Mickelson when Mike Rounds was governor or said a bill passed when it failed.
When I was younger, before my dad died, I didn't talk much with him, but I listened a lot and I watched. Now that I'm older, especially on Father's Day, I often wish I had talked more when he lived. I have so many questions I should have asked, could have asked, wish I would have asked. But I was a quiet child, and he was a big, Bohemian farmer, and I suppose I was half in awe of his massive forearms and broad back. I wonder if many children feel that way about their fathers.
Across South Dakota, towns are running summer recreation programs these days to make sure young people fill their school vacation with healthy activities and positive experiences. I love the idea of summer rec, as it is universally called. My kids participated in tennis, swimming, crafts and other programs during summer vacations, and my youngest granddaughter has a full schedule going on. She has many more options for summer rec activities than her dad did when he was her age, and that's a good thing.