Kind of Sad

Kind of Sad

  It usually starts August 1.   Libby says, “I suppose we should take the bunting down.”   I nod.   We do nothing.   We find ways to postpone this simple task—to delay the inevitable.   Truth is, we LIKE the bunting.   It makes our plain Victorian house look a little...
One Day

One Day

One morning, you’ll step outside and feel it. The humidity is gone, and there’s a certain crispness to the air. The next morning, the humidity may come roaring back, as oppressive as ever. But on this morning, you look around and see the signs of the inevitable. An...
Do You Wanna Play?

Do You Wanna Play?

“Get off my land!” That was a common thing we kids would shout at the neighbor kids whenever a spat broke out. We must’ve heard it from our parents, since we knew very little about property rights and certainly had no role in the purchase of said property. 😆 Time...
I’m in a funk

I’m in a funk

Today I’m in a funk. Nothing special happened to me 25 years ago today. I did nothing heroic. I lost no one close to me. I was filling in on a radio station during morning drive, reading the news and watching the horrible events of that morning unfold beneath a...
1 Million Story State Fair

1 Million Story State Fair

I’m a fair nut. I was a 4-H kid who took projects to the county fair. My first job was working at the Minnesota State Fair. I met my wife, Libby, at that same fair, so it is literally fair to say I’m a fair nut. It is unusual for us not to go to the fair. There’s...
Lost Pig Cave

Lost Pig Cave

Generations of my in-laws have stayed in the same county in southeastern Minnesota, where sinkholes and caves are part of family conversation. My wife’s grandfather’s sister’s husband (OK, Libby’s great-uncle) was a man named Joe Pettey, who was the first to discover...
Small Things

Small Things

In the summer, if you’re quiet, observant, and live in the right place, you’ll see a hummingbird. My mother-in-law has them in abundance off her back deck. Most people sitting where I am notice the deer—plenty of fawns, yearlings, and does, and, on the occasional...
Monument or Gravestone?

Monument or Gravestone?

About 50 years ago, many a dairy farmer was caught up in the hype and desire of having a one-and-only blue Harvestore next to the barn.   A Harvestore was a dark blue, enameled-steel marvel that promised perfect silage to boost production and make dairymen profitable....
The Lost Tree

The Lost Tree

In my front yard is an Ohio buckeye tree. Since I live in South Dakota, this tree is obviously lost. This time of year, I get a lot of comments about it because it looks a little like an orange tree—except instead of oranges, it’s covered in strange green orbs. Break...