Opinion
I was in much better shape as a child and throughout my young adult life. I played little league, county pee-wee, and varsity baseball. There is one time where I remember running the fastest I have ever run in my life. I WAS running for my life.
Okay, maybe I wasn’t running for my life but I was...
To the uninitiated, they arrived at the park Saturday, Dec. 31, for an hour or two of pushing each other around, throwing a football, blocking, tackling or be tackled – the kind of stuff young men or those competitive enough to still revisit their glory days revel in at the time and second-guess...
My teenager almost wrote this column for me.
Almost.
Thirteen-year-old Anna did agree to help me out, but then, she received a text from a friend… and I lost her.
She was actually excited to finally share her “version” of Ingebrand family life in this space (after having me write about her for so...
It wasn’t the perfect year, but 2022 was a pretty good one at that. We’re hoping 2023 is even better.
In this week’s edition, you’ll see a review of the stories we told you about in 2022. In as much as we’d rather not remind you of all the news you read about earlier this past year, it sure seems...
A man walked through the new-fallen snow Christmas Eve 2004. The cemetery was quiet and the moonlight reflected brightly off the thick blanket of snow. There’s something different, perhaps contradictory about visiting the cemetery, the final resting place of loved ones, Christmas Eve.
We brought...
An EF-1 wedge tornado near Silver Lake, Minnesota, on July 28, 2019. (Jarrod Schoenecker photo)
If you don’t know from my first column, I am an avid weather guy. Not just the casual “I like to know the weather today” guy. I am the guy who is really into weather, severe weather to be exact.
I’m a storm chaser but it goes beyond that. I am the president and had been the newsletter editor for...
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me… A Weight Watchers gift certificate.
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me… A new camera bag.
On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me… Some dye to turn my grey beard back to brown.
On the fourth day of Christmas my...
My grandfather, Corporal Wesley P. Barclay, as seen in a newspaper clipping, after he was home and freed from Nazi prison camps in 1945.
One night, a couple weeks ago, I had a nightmare. Dreams or remembrance of dreams I may have had is a rare occurrence for me. In my nightmare, I stood in a hazy old air hanger, gymnasium, or some similar building. Somehow I knew that the Nazis were coming to look for me and take me away, as if I...
I remember being scared to go down into my family’s unfinished basement by myself when I was young.
My family’s rule was that you could only have one can of pop a day, and I wanted my quota, but the pop was stored down in the basement. Getting one required me racing down the steps, averting my...
There is nothing more welcoming than going home after your first day at a job that requires typing as main function than to cut your fingertip. I managed to accidentally cut myself Wednesday evening while removing a knife in a cardboard sheath from a new box of kitchen knives. I can vouch that the...
