You know, if Elvis were alive today — and I know I’m showing a lack of appreciation for those who swear he is not only alive but also working as a lumberjack in northern Wisconsin — he’d be approaching his 79th birthday.
Columnist will turn 70 in 2014, looks back on half-century of events.
Christmas season brings three reminders of all that’s right.
Theeler, Callahan well deserving of induction.
Back on the farm on below-zero days like the ones we’ve been experiencing, it was amazing how many sounds were linked to the temperature. Walking from the barn back toward the house through deep, heavily crusted snow drifts, I could hear the squeak of my boots on the snow.
When I was a young schoolboy, teachers always made a very big deal of the date Dec. 7. Sometimes we’d read parts of the speech to the nation made over the radio by President Roosevelt after the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor on that day in 1941.
When people grow to be a certain age — about my own, surprisingly — they tend to get all choked up and teary eyed when someone mentions a favorite AM radio station from the past. Do I? Sure, I do. I’m human. I grew up in the 1950s when AM radio was pretty much all a kid could find on the dial, and pretty much all he ever tried to find.
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 room as a student, nearly half a century. Even so, I can remember some of the classrooms — grade school, high school and college, too — as if I’d only walked out of them yesterday afternoon.