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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.
Until I read John Sears' obituary the other day, I didn't realize he and I were the same age. He seemed more mature back when he was serving in the South Dakota Legislature. Born in 1944, he served 12 years in the House of Representatives. His service spanned a period from the middle of the 1980s through the middle of the 1990s, a fascinating time for legislative actions and political activity. Sears began his elected service just as the late Republican Gov. Bill Janklow was nearing the end of his second term as chief executive.
Now and then, something happens that makes me realize people really do, sometimes, get what they deserve. In this case, I'm talking about me. It started at the South Dakota State University basketball game on Saturday. In all likelihood, I won't see another SDSU basketball game this year, so I was pretty interested in watching this one.
I was 10 years old when Bill Haley and the Comets first recorded "Rock Around the Clock," so I expect no argument when I say I grew up with rock 'n' roll. I did a Google search (so I expect no argument there, either -- people can't put stuff on the Internet unless it's true; no, I'm not really that naïve, but it would be a good rule) on that song the other day as I pondered the birth of rock. I always believed "Rock Around the Clock" was recorded specifically for the movie "Blackboard Jungle," which was released in 1955.