My lawyer died the other day, and South Dakota lost a decent human being. Max Gors drew up a will for Nancy and me early in our marriage. He did the work during a stint in private practice. I think of it as a brief stint, because for most of his adult life, Max was in public service, one way or another. He worked as an assistant attorney general in Iowa and in South Dakota, served in the South Dakota government cabinet and on the circuit court bench in the circuit that covers the central part of the state, and as an acting justice of the state Supreme Court.
One thing about the wacky winter weather this year: a whole bunch of broadcast news reporters have been captured on camera standing out in the snow, wind and cold telling their viewers that snow is falling, the wind is blowing and it's cold out.
Twenty years ago just about this time, South Dakota legislators and Gov. Walt Miller were putting finishing touches on a budget they figured would run state government agencies and program...
I’ve always considered myself a West River native, even though I lived on the east side of the Missouri River for a good part of my childhood and I’ve lived...
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.