And, Please, No More “Republican Lite” Byron Dorgan once got my ass kicked. That’s not literally true, of course. I can’t remember the name of the kid who actually trounced […]
No one has called me “Pops” to my face yet, but it’s only a matter of time. A young colleague recently showed me a graphic meant to accompany a client’s […]
I’d never heard a more miserable, pitiful statement in my life, and I haven’t heard a more miserable, pitiful one since. It came in an upper-level English literature course of […]
Fifty dollars was nothing to sneeze at in 1976. And to a 7-year-old newspaper boy used to spending nickels and dimes on Nu-Grape sodas and Marathon candy bars, it was […]
Once there was a little girl who, although I didn’t know it yet, was to be the first of three for my wife, Cassi, and me. The little lass loved books. More than that she loved having them read to her at bedtime….
She died on Palm Sunday. I think that would have made her happy, as she drew her last breaths, knowing that she was going to die on a significant day on the church calendar. I held her hand all that morning. Now I hold the bean stone.
I had a great time researching and writing the story about Duke Ellington’s concert in Fargo, and cool to get the shoutout from local columnist Bob Lind years later
From Pink Floyd to the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, there have been a lot of colors along the way.
I submitted “Extra! Extra!” (see earlier post on this blog) to Country Extra magazine, which was soliciting personal, small-town stories featuring acts of kindness. The magazine’s editors shortened the piece considerably and printed it […]