It occurred to me the other day that sometimes the South Dakota Legislature is a family affair. The notion struck as I was visiting the Capitol building for just the second (and final) time of the 2013 legislative session. As a reporter, I'd be there morning to evening each legislative day. My current position only requires a couple of visits. A midweek day late in the session was one of those times. I've often said that I don't miss much about reporting or the newspaper business.
After work on Friday last, I listened online to the last bit of the Legislature's Joint Appropriations Committee as it finished a general spending bill and sent it to the House and Senate for final action. That action by that committee at the end of each session pretty much means legislators have finished debating the ideas and policies and plans for the session and are ready to head home to their real jobs.
The morning after my Chamberlain Cubs lost the opening round of the sectional basketball tournament back in 1962, I skipped school. I don't remember being beaten down with grief over the loss. Mitchell had a really solid team that year, and it was Chamberlain's first year of being in the big-school class for basketball.
I know how old this makes me, but I used to absolutely love the Art Linkletter "House Party" show with the "Kids Say the Darndest Things" segment. I loved it on radio, and I loved it on television. Decades after the original Linkletter programs, Bill Cosby had a TV program based on the "Kids Say the Darndest Things" premise and it was a hoot, too.
A guy should go grocery shopping more often. The other day, I saw an old-fashioned box of animal crackers on the shelf. In truth, I wasn't doing a lot of grocery shopping. I was walking up and down the aisles beside Nancy as she maneuvered the cart through the Saturday afternoon crowd. I walked behind her quite a bit, and I walked in completely different aisles now and then.
Forty years ago today began the occupation of Wounded Knee, a modest community in a valley on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation. I worked for the wire service then. Our Minneapolis bureau received a tip about the takeover from someone who traveled with American Indian Movement members and supporters in a caravan that left a community hall near Oglala, traveled to Pine Ridge, turned left at the main intersection just east of the Bureau of Indian Affairs building and drove along U.S. Highway 18 to the junction with the Big Foot Trail.
Much may be said about princesses, especially Disney princesses, and one of the constants is that they tend to wind up hitched to princes for a life of, you know, happily ever after. My granddaughter is much into princesses these days.
Sometimes I think it would be grand to be back in grade school and just learning why we (used to) observe Feb. 12 and Feb. 22 as special days on the calendar. We don't do that so much today. We observe a Monday in late February as Presidents Day. This year, it was last Monday. But when I was a kid, Feb. 12 (just last week) was the date set aside for President Abraham Lincoln, and Feb. 22 (coming up Friday) was set aside for President George Washington.
Spring semester of my sophomore year, I had a class called ROTC. My family doctor in Chamberlain called it Right Off the Cultivator when I went for a check-up before I left for school and told him I was going to take the program. He also called it Rusty Old Tin Can and probably would have had several other clever phrases using the initials if he'd had more time to sit and hammer away at my knee with a goofy-shaped little implement supposedly designed to determine the level of my reflexes.
Different folks measure fairness in media in different ways, but one of the oddest in my career as a news reporter came when the campaign manager for a political candidate measured it with a yardstick. It happened back in the early 1970s when I worked for the wire service in Pierre.