The Way It Is
In on the NoDak Acts
A bunch of bands have written songs that include North Dakota in some way. Flyover country? You decide.
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Unsociably Social
Social is making us unsociable.
I’m not talking about the fact that so many of us now spend hours and hours on social media, looking at and reacting to status updates from friends, getting our news 140 (or now 280 if you’re among the elite) characters at a time or watching video with slack jaws.
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Our Fortunes Are In Our Hands
Um… yeah… I’m sorry, but I wasn’t looking for an advice cookie.
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Just Winking At You
Look at it. The front page of your daily newspaper, down at the bottom. Winking at you!
Every morning when I open my copy of the local newspaper, The Forum, I can’t help but think of Jackie O’Shea’s line from “Waking Ned Devine.” Because at the bottom right of page one, Monday-Saturday, there it is just winking at me – a print ad. It’s no winning lotto number, to be sure, but in the end Jackie and I are referring to the same thing: fortune.
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The Curse of Christmas Present
Unwanted, useless gifts. They come out of nowhere, from relatives I wouldn’t dream of asking for receipts. Even so…
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The Big Attraction
C’mon out to the Dakotas and Minnesota. We’ll treat you right and show you all the sights.
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The Man Chair
There I sit, helplessly, in The Man Chair. I don’t know who first realized the need for it, but men everywhere are in that person’s debt.
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Blue Skies and North Dakota Slams
Many an old codger has been heard of an afternoon here in North Dakota praising the extreme weather.
“Keeps the riffraff out,” says Old Boy, motioning out the window of the local cafe over a cup of scalding black coffee.