Stuff in the Basement

Once upon a time, the powers-that-be determined that the immediate neighborhood of the old folks home wouldn't be mowed (you don'...

Sven Johnson, his wife and two children, left their native Norway and spent the next eight weeks crossing the choleric Atlantic in a sail...

You have to hunt to find it, but this stone marker, set here a century ago, was set right here to memorialize a highway that for a couple...

"Now, boys, is our time for fun." That's what the hoity-toity artist said when he saw a mass of buffalo Comstock, the ranc...

“ All our days pass away under your wrath;  we finish our years with a moan.” Psalm 90:9 A friend of mine sent me a poem. She...

I am not putting up another picture of Donald Trump His is not a rags-to-riches story. Anything but. He was 25 when he was given promine...

"What the f... were you doing?" the old guy said, climbing out of the old maroon-ish Buick, crawling maybe better describes i...

Columbia Not everyone in these United States thinks the Homestead Act of 1862 is worth celebrating. If I were Native, I don't know ...

There were horses. Stolen horses. That’s what’s important in this delightful old western myth recorded by Dr. Anna Robinson Cross in  Ne...

Imagine this--just a few scrappy, three-foot cuttings sticking up from front yards in front of a half-dozen houses in a settlement cal...

"For the despondent, every day brings trouble;  for the happy heart, life is a continual feast." Proverbs 15:15 "...