Weather Forecast


John Wetrosky

August 12, 2017
We all heard a distant rumble coming from the west. These were the days before radar and satellite weather forecasts, and one could not see any storm approaching. As the sound became louder, the family left the table and all walked outside the house to see if what we were hearing was actually happening. Yes, there indeed was a low, dark cloud bank in the west and it was heading directly over this part of the landscape. Illustration
The Last Windrow: A million dollar rain
August 12, 2017 - 4:30am
August 5, 2017
Letter to the editor: Pine River Chamber thanks Summerfest event hosts, participants
August 5, 2017 - 8:30am
The Last Windrow: Musical memories from the farm
August 5, 2017 - 5:30am
July 23, 2017
No sooner than the young lady had set up her sign and opened the tailgate of the bright red pickup did car tires start to squeal as the brakes were applied in front of her stand. She greeted each eager shopper with a broad smile and fairly danced her way to pushing corn into plastic bags. There were black tire skid marks all across the highway in front of her sweet corn station. Illustration
The Last Windrow: A lesson in advertising
July 23, 2017 - 9:00am
July 15, 2017 Illustration
Last Windrow: Shifting priorities
July 15, 2017 - 7:00am
July 8, 2017
The Last Windrow: Climate change - Something is going on
July 8, 2017 - 8:00am
July 1, 2017
So it was that in the course of time, my friends worked and acquired some money and they spent it on muscle cars of every model. By the time that the late '60s arrived you would see Pontiac GTOs, Dodge GTXs, Plymouth Roadrunners, Ford Cobras, Chevy Sting Ray Corvettes and Camaro Z28s sitting at the little gas station out in the middle of the Iowa countryside. Illustration
The Last Windrow: Remembering my 'muscle car' youth
July 1, 2017 - 9:30am
June 25, 2017
I was visiting with a farmer from around the Indianola, Iowa, area a week or so ago and we were comparing notes on the fine art of walking the fields. We had both done it and neither of us really grew fond of this annual job. Illustration
The Last Windrow: 'Walking the fields' built character
June 25, 2017 - 4:30am
June 17, 2017
The Last Windrow: From farm to resort
June 17, 2017 - 5:00am
June 10, 2017
The Last Windrow: I hope the Twins will forgive me
June 10, 2017 - 6:00am
June 3, 2017
The lake I'm headed for has a name that's about eight syllables long, which in the past has harbored a motherload of walleye, northern pike and crappie. Rarely have my wife and I come away without sating ourselves on fresh fried fish of some type. Illustration
The Last Windrow: First-of-the-year fishing trip
June 3, 2017 - 6:30am
May 25, 2017
The Last Windrow: Memorial Day thankfulness
May 25, 2017 - 9:30am
May 20, 2017
The Last Windrow: Beneficial causes, then and now
May 20, 2017 - 7:30am
May 11, 2017
The reason for my exuberance was the fact that Minnesota had experienced an early ice-out and early spring that year. That meant the walleyes and northern pike would have been all through with their spawning cycle and would be awaiting fishermen to drop the bait into their collective toothy mouths. Illustration
The Last Windrow: Let's not brag about an extraordinary fishing opener
May 11, 2017 - 8:00am
May 7, 2017
My time on the farm came before automatic barn cleaners were invented. The muscles that remain on my upper arms are much the result of making use of a five-tine pitchfork and pitching manure out a barn's open window into a waiting spreader. Illustration
The Last Windrow: Fertilizing fields in Iowa
May 7, 2017 - 6:00am