Well, I just did my annual health assessment and found out I am overweight. I kind of figured I would be when I filled in the height and weight numbers on the computer screen. Even so, it was a bit of a shock to finish the assessment, click the button and get back an instant response telling me to lose eight or 10 pounds.
The first thing I thought when I read that the kid from Lake Andes had set a discus record at the Howard Wood Relays was, "Hey, that's Schwartz's record." I didn't find a confirmation in that first story. The confirmation for me came the other day in The Daily Republic, when Luke Hagen contacted Gary Schwartz in Arkansas and talked a bit about how it felt to have Cody Snyder break a record Schwartz had held for 48 years. (He figured it would go someday, he said). Even before I read Hagen's story, though, I was pretty sure the Wood Relays record in the discus had been held by Schwartz.
If you grow up on a farm, for as long as you live, the regular crop and livestock reports from the U.S. Agriculture Department are required reading. It's been a long time since I actually worked a farm. I was a kid about the time gumbo was invented in Lyman County. Even so, I read the ag reports, worry about the weather and temperature and generally act like someone who is nervous about getting the last quarter-section of corn planted. That's natural enough. All of us in South Dakota depend to some extent on those who actually farm the land.
When I was still a young boy, I sat in the passenger seat of our four-door Nash as my mother drove it for maybe half a mile down the middle of a ditch on the way to Kistlers' farm. We were heading up the road from our farm to take lunch or something to people working in the hay fields. My mother had a healthy respect for the accelerator, so we weren't setting any land speed records in the bathtub-shaped sedan. I never did hear exactly what happened to send the car off the roadway and into the ditch.
South Dakota is less than five weeks from its primary elections, so the political ads and stories are sure to be increasing in quantity and intensity. Relax. I'm not going to write about politics, at least not the partisan sort of politics that chooses one candidate or party over another. But with the primary drawing near, I've been thinking about a governor's race I covered as a newspaper reporter eight years ago. When the 2002 campaign season started, the governor's chair was open. The incumbent couldn't run again.
The first governor I ever covered as a rookie newspaper photographer was Nils Boe. I shot his picture when he helped dedicate a bridge or something near Mitchell on Interstate 90. That was sometime in late 1967 or 1968. I-90 was still under construction in many spots, and Highway 16 remained the road of choice for much of the east-west travel across South Dakota. That's the road I grew up traveling. Every 10 or 15 miles, the old road went through or just past the edge of a small town. I don't remember much from my photo shoot that involved Gov.
One of the big surprises of my freshman week at Creighton University was visiting the campus library and finding out that bags and briefcases were searched at the exit. Eighteen years old, and it had never occurred to me that someone would steal a library book. I knew people who would check books out and forget to return them. I ran up some late fees myself during the time I was a regular customer at the city library in Chamberlain. That was simple forgetfulness, though, or maybe laziness.
I have to tell you, I sometimes do a double-take when I see the name Joe Quintal in a Daily Republic headline. I have seen the name quite a bit in headlines over the past year or so as the community discussed improving the old facility. I know a bit about the current events issue, but when I see the name in the paper, the first thing I think of is, well, Joe Quintal. A.A. Joe Quintal was around long before there was a Joe Quintal Field. Wait, that's not quite right. The field was there, too, I guess.
After the grand march to open the Chamberlain High School prom last Saturday evening, a school official made an announcement that drew a round of applause. Every student who took part in the grand march, he said, had signed up for the post-prom party. The applause was for the students, but it also could have been for a group of parents. It takes a lot of parental involvement to put together a party that teenagers don't mind attending.
My wife, Nancy, has a birthday today. If things go as planned (and I'm writing this a couple of days in advance, so the whole world could change between now and when this shows up in The Daily Republic), we'll be in Chamberlain, celebrating a milestone birthday for Nancy and taking in some of the preliminary festivities for the high-school prom. Granddaughter Jordan is a senior, so that's a pretty big deal. The birthday is a pretty big deal, too.