Discombobulated and dislocated

Everyone has their habits and routines. But I guarantee you don’t realize how many until they disappear — especially after 20+ years.

Things have been extremely sparse around here because I am still adjusting to living in a new home after just under 23 years in the house we built. For example, the living […]

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A purge of Stalinist proportions

Lights have been out here for a bit due to a major change. In mid-May my wife and I moved from the home we built 23 years ago into a townhome with about half the space. As you would expect, you accumulate a lot of stuff over such a stretch, meaning you have to dispose […]

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The telephone number transformation

There seems to be no rhyme or reason to what sticks in our minds from childhood. As I look back, I can’t figure out why the announcement of telephone number changes in the early ’60s stays with me.

Anyone who’s watched a 1950s or early 1960s movie knows telephone numbers then wasn’t just a series […]

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A decade of heathen’s greetings

For whatever reason, I happened to check today and this will mark the 10th time my annual Christmas Eve post appears on the blog. I do it because I think it’s just one reflection on the fact that, to modify what we tell kids in a Christmas song, we need a reason or a season […]

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The annual question

Some things have never changed in my nearly 60 years in South Dakota. One is the question that pops up When winter’s cold arrives each year. “Why in the hell do I live here?” In fact, when I think about it, it comes to mind any number of times between November and April.

Don’t get […]

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Landlocked and booked

Cruise Info

My absence the last couple weeks was one abandoning the routines and topography of everyday life. My wife and I went off on an 18-day cruise from San Francisco to New York City through the Panama Canal. As our youngest lives in NYC, we spent a few days there before returning home. And as much […]

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