last windrow

I must have irked someone in the Minnesota Twins organization with my once-a-year prognostication. They have a winning record. Far off from my dire prediction in April. My depressing forecast did give the Twins a better record than they had last year, but it was still a losing season....

The towering, red-headed high school senior had a reputation for being a fearless basketball player. He liked to box and was good at it. He showed no fear when it came to standing his ground. He was and I still consider him a friend of mine. But, there was one thing that brought him...

I'm still caught up in the hype of the Super Bowl. Sorry! The lingering anxiety I felt during the overtime must have grabbed onto some of my brain cells, and this has caused me to lie wide awake at three in the morning. The anxiety is subsiding, but now I've been thinking of next...

I was born before the time of the first Super Bowl. It used to be a quiet time of year, a time in the winter when one could relax a bit from the toil of the farm, awaiting the gentle zephyrs of springtime. No parties, no wide screen TVs, no million dollar ads. By the time this column...

The only "tweet" I ever heard while plowing the back forty was that of a yellow-breasted meadowlark, sitting on a post with its beak pointed heavenward. Now we have "tweets" aplenty. The recent political campaign was plagued with "tweets." Anyone who has lived as long as I have might...

The sound of the huge elm branch scraping against the side of our farm home resembled fingernails being pulled across a chalkboard. The steady pounding of the wind against the walls of the house gave one the feeling that some giant being was about to enter uninvited. An Iowa ice storm...