I’m the sort of gambler who folds with three aces if the other guy raises me a nickel, so you’ll recognize how amazing it is when I tell you that...
I never took the SAT exam before I enrolled at college. I took the ACT. What's the difference? Beats me. The SAT is in the news because it apparently will change some vocabulary requirements and make the essay writing portion optional instead of mandatory. The changes are supposed to make the test more like what students learn.
My mother was Irish, part of the McManus clan who grew up in the neighborhood around Lyman. I never pass the Lyman exit between Reliance and Kennebec on Interstate 90 without thinking of my mother and her Irish brothers and sisters.
Every good thing goes back to that Sunday evening movie date.
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.