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Local Columns

I can see clearly now

When I was much younger I noticed that old guys liked to talk about their medical procedures. So let me tell you about my recent surgeries. In recent years my vision wasn’t as sharp as it was when I was younger. Driving at night became more difficult, particularly when it was raining. For ...

The Boaks enjoyed travel

It’s so good to be back in Webster City. Diane and I had a wonderful time in southwest Florida for the month of February. But don’t forget the words of the immortal Dorothy Gale: “There’s no place like home.” Now that I’m back, with a new knee that seems to behave as it should, my ...

A one … and a two … and a three!

My Saturday nights in the late 1950s were unexciting. Pre-pubescent me turned 10 years old in January 1958 so Saturday nights were spent at home with my parents and three younger brothers (two sisters came later.) My family acquired our first television receiver in January 1957 and that began ...

Webster City needs a team

It’s pretty clear that the salvation of our historic downtown lies in the hands of more than one solution. It’s also clear that Webster City is not alone in this conundrum. One only needs to look at the City of Pomeroy and its desire to raze buildings, one of which houses the iconic ...

The older the violin …

As I entered the coffee shop I saw my cantankerous old buddy, Ebeneezer Griper, reading a news magazine. Eb was deeply absorbed, his wire rim reading glasses sitting at the end of his long, narrow nose. “What’s news this morning?” I inquired as I approached his table. Startled, Eb ...

Phono fun all over again

As Julie’s family opened gifts on the most recent Christmas Eve I was delighted to watch 13-year-old granddaughter, Eliza, open her gift from us. She told Julie earlier in the year that she wanted a phonograph and two long-play albums for Christmas. Though I recognize that vinyl albums have ...