As a former resident of the Washington, D.C., area, I did the commute thing — for four years. I recall these days each time I visit from Iowa.
“I’ve harnessed my disability.”
At least that’s what I told my neighbors Saturday night at a cookout.
Want to know about any Marvel Comics superhero? Ask me.
Want to know about any of two dozen iPad video games? Ask me.
He was 6 years old.
His mother was bringing him illegally to the United States from their Latino homeland in the hope of a better life, but she died on the way.
On one of the first uncomfortably hot nights last month, I was awoken at 2 a.m. by an eerie thwap-thwap-thwap sound.
No matter what I write, it’s never going to be as widely read as the police blotter.
I learned that early on in my career.
I’m at peace with it.
The impressive groundbreaking ceremonies for the Wild Rose Jefferson casino/hotel/convention center complex at the north edge of Jefferson last Thursday afternoon drew some 250 area residents.
A little over 50 years ago, the United States embarked on a course of worldwide action from which we have not recovered, nor are we likely to anytime soon.
With all that bread-bagging of shoes and hog castrating on the farm, life for a young Joni Ernst surely didn’t afford a lot of time for leisurely television.