Don’t Stop The Presses
Rest in peace, raccoon, possum and skunk. My wife had never hit any living thing with her vehicle until we moved to east central Minnesota about two months ago. Since then, she’s sent a pair of critters to that big forest in the sky and ensured a third was thoroughly dead. The road kill rampage [....Read More
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If the forecast for Halloween night is correct, it looks like it might be a bit brisk for the costumed kiddos going door to door in search of copious amounts of candy. You know what I say to those concerned about the cold? Quit being a bunch of whiners. Here comes an “In my day [...]...Read More
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I was covered in sawdust when I was finished, hands tired and back aching a bit. But you know what? It made me feel pretty manly. Yes, I recently put another checkmark on my man card by sanding and refinishing a kitchen table – a project I’d had no past experience doing. I was doubtful [...]...Read More
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By Derrick Knutson Where have all the writing utensils gone? I’m a journalist, so you’d think I’d have a pen, pencil or maybe even a sharp stick and some ink lying around to take notes with, but nearly all of those note-taking aids have disappeared since I started this job. I blame the leprech...Read More
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