My dad taught me to be frugal.
Every morning, I drive by the sugar beet pile dump location on U.S. Highway 14A west of Ralston, including the morning of Sept.
Years ago, when I first moved here, one of the first things I did was to purchase the local
Susan and I took an afternoon drive to one of my favorite places Sunday: the Dryhead country of southern Montana just north of Barry’s Landi
Every once in a while as I’m leaving my house to go to work in the morning, the universe conspires against me and I ha
We lost the old grouch this week. And he will be missed.
“When I grow up, I want to be a janitor,” said no kid ever.
Growing up, I always heard people say that leaders are placed there by God.
Dear Editor,
There’s nothing quite like a good storyteller, a person who can spin yarns and keep an audience enthralled for a long pe
