Stuff in the Basement

“. . .they are like the new grass of the morning— though in the morning it springs up new,  by evening it is dry and withered.” ...

It seems that over in Afghanistan, the used-to-be Taliban aren't thrilled with office jobs in town. Ain't much joy in middle-managin...

On Tuesday night, I was happy to hear Gov. Sarah Huckabee Sanders put our whole political mess into perspective. "We have a choice,...

Karl Bodner's Blackbird Hill More than a couple of centuries have passed, so I can't imagine that some guy with a baseball bat is go...

Verne Gagne (right) I wonder now, all these many years later, whether watching WWE with Dad wasn't good for me. What it did, undoubtedly...

If it wouldn't be for the skeletal branches up top here, you wouldn't know that the land wears a ermine quilt, and the temp is well ...

  “For a thousand years in your sight are like a day that has just gone by, or like a watch in the night.”  When my father died, the poet ...

It's called a "winter count," a buffalo hide painting from the Kiowas, the note says, who, like other plains Indians, created ...

a winter sparrow The Puritans, who talked more about work and vocation than almost any community before or since, articulated a helpful idea...

(continued from yesterday) In a blizzard reminiscent of the famous Children’s Blizzard of 1888, a boy dies when the kids are sent home as th...

Tonight the Dutch-American Heritage Museum (DAHM)will host a discussion of Black Soil (1930), Josephine Donovan's novel of early Sioux C...

It's -5 right now. The cold somehow finds a way to creep in. I'm in a fleece vest over a long-sleeve shirt, my warmest pair of sweat...

“ You turn men back to dust, saying,  ‘Return to dust, O sons of men.’” Psalm 90:3   I received a note, five years ago now, from a coupl...

Two degrees outside right now, but no wind. I just gave my morning, bird-seed  blessing, both hanging feeder, as well as a couple of handful...

Mementos of the era There's much about it that's mythical, that goes beyond the memorable syncopation and opening guitar riffs and i...

The return of the Orange City roughnecks in one of the oft-told tales from Sioux County's past. My mothere-in-law, who was old enough to...

Among those Sioux Countians who like stories from the past, an all-time favorite is the how a bunch of Hollanders from all over the county--...

For about a week, this square inch of Siouxland where we live has seemed a fairyland. We pride ourselves in having really good ground out he...