It seems like only yesterday Nancy and I hopped in the car and drove to Chamberlain to the hospital to see a newborn granddaughter. Seems like, but it was six years ago. Goodness, how time flies when you're growing older and only see a little one like Sage every three or four weeks -- sometimes longer. That degree of separation bothers me. It drives Nancy up the wall.
One of the things I enjoyed most about covering the South Dakota Legislature as a newspaper reporter was swapping stories about the old days during the plentiful periods of waiting that are an enduring piece of the process.
The last time I rode with anyone who used tire chains for traction on a snowy road, the driver was a former Associated Press colleague who lived and worked in Rapid City and who was taking Nancy and me up into the hills a ways to see the cabin he'd purchased.
Google has been working on a way to use ‘trigger points’ in electronic books to deliver sound effects.
Somewhere in South Dakota last evening, in a gymnasium built for a few hundred people or a few thousand fans, a grandmother sat on worn wooden bleachers with her son or daughter and watched her grandson or granddaughter play a game of basketball.
Driving back to Pierre from a Chamberlain visit late last Saturday evening, I listened to some '50s music and enjoyed the stars on the western horizon about a million miles ahead of us. I know the terrain along Interstate 90 between Chamberlain and the Vivian junction isn't flat enough to see that far, especially at night. Still, the calm, peaceful evening made the distance stretch. I thought how fortunate I've been to have lived and worked in such a comfortable place.
Both sides think they know best how to carry out Vessey’s admonition.
January brings back thoughts of third son’s early fight to survive.
Picture this scene: You own a modest service station on the corner of a quiet street in a St. Paul suburb and a college kid pulls up to the pumps...
Marijuana not popular part of SDSU in 1960s.