If you use the term “walking beans” today, a lot of younger people may need an explanation. Back in the 60s, however, many Midwest teenagers earned money each summer by pulling and chopping weeds from soybean fields for area farmers. “Bean walking” or “walking beans” we called it ...
This is my ninth week writing about “Our Neighborhood,” the area in Webster City that I am so pleased to now call home. I’ve written, so far, about some of the former residents of this fine city; people I’m happy to have as neighbors, of a sort. The home my wife and I purchased in ...
Over the years, I have developed a discomfort with funerals. But, at the same time, I understand their value. I was honored recently to be asked to participate in a memorial service for a childhood friend. This service was of great value. Jack passed away in a New England state in ...
When people talk about their favorite teams of all time, it’s usually the best team to come from their high school, the University of Iowa, Iowa State University, the University of Northern Iowa or their favorite professional sports franchise. Just about everyone I know loves the 1996 ...
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 ...
