The rusty old Studebaker pick-up caught my eye as I pulled into the convenience store parking lot. Sure enough, my old buddy Eb Griper was sitting behind the wheel. Eb appeared to be snoozing, as I approached his truck from the rear. When I got up to the side window, I could see he was awake ...
When my wife and I moved to Webster City last year, I was intrigued with Beach St., running along the west side of Our Neighborhood. I have a real appreciation for beaches, probably due to having lived in San Diego for 17 years (oh, and marrying a “California Girl”). Following it to both ...
When it comes to the more somber topics, it’s hard to get words out of me. In times where it’s necessary to reflect, it’s best to keep my mouth shut and observe with my eyes and ears. In my youth, Memorial Day, particularly the overall weekend, was a period of accomplishment and ...
Walking through our neighborhood since we moved to Webster City last August, I’ve had the privilege to meet hundreds of men and women who have been to places I’ve only read about. Some, to be honest, have been where I’ve also visited. I wish I had more time to get to know all of them ...
Those of us who grew up in the rural Midwest seven decades ago understand the world a little differently than our friends who were raised in the big city. As a country kid, for instance, I must have been nine or 10-years-old before I understood that those things dangling beneath a cow were ...
I promise that I won’t write too long this time. I didn’t have to place a hand on a bible and swear an oath, but I like to keep my word on things. Plus, today’s issue has a special guest in Bill Shea, my colleague in Fort Dodge. With Bill’s column addressing graduation (he's below), I ...