"Where Fillmore County News Comes First"
Wednesday, July 23rd, 2014
Volume ∞ Issue ∞
- 3:01:39, Jul 22nd 2014 - Don K. - My medical premium will go up significantly next year under Obama care. Thi ... [Read More]
- 8:44:09, Jul 20th 2014 - @ new resident - Wykoff has a summer softball league for youths ages 5-18 and they ha ... [Read More]
- 11:28:08, Jul 18th 2014 - Go kaase! - Tom I hope you get elected as sheriff! Although you have worked in roche ... [Read More]
- 3:14:00, Jul 18th 2014 - SV citizen - I have concern that there would be a conflict of interest with Kaase bei ... [Read More]
- 1:22:00, Jul 18th 2014 - Bear - Obama care isnt the answer. Sure Mr. Grehl some people in Minnesota have medi ... [Read More]
- 9:13:08, Jul 18th 2014 - KingslandGrad95 - what?-even though smoking marijuana is illegal, unless the amount o ... [Read More]
- 6:52:38, Jul 17th 2014 - Kaase for Sheriff - First of all I think that both candidates have great ideas. But i ... [Read More]
- 4:13:24, Jul 16th 2014 - Two dogs - Why would Mr. Kaase want to take a pay cut of $30,000 dollar a year plus t ... [Read More]
- 9:57:55, Jul 16th 2014 - Kaase got my voteūüĎć - With this interview kaase got my vote! We need change in the ... [Read More]
- 6:54:19, Jul 16th 2014 - what? - The school on 1st ave pushes there snow onto the street. And NO ONE in harmon ... [Read More]
Fri, Dec 27th, 2002
Posted in Columnists
Posted in Columnists
The end of every year stimulates my memory. My family often tells me that they canít remember the circumstances of many of the stories I tell, but I guarantee I donít make them up. Not all of them anyway. Having a memory for events may be a mixed blessing. Iím pretty sure my memory is no better than anybody elseís. Itís just that I have the nerve to write about some of them.
I picture myself from time to time like Uncle Billy in "Itís a Wonderful Life". Uncle Billy canít remember anything and ties strings around his fingers for reminders. He forgets what the strings are for and eventually his absentmindedness causes a crisis for his innocent nephew. I donít have near the fun with alcohol that Uncle Billy did so I canít blame my memory lapses on that. I am always careful to go to the bank before I go to the post office. Iíd rather try to deposit birthday cards and the power bill than to put my bank deposit in the mailbox. I can remember some things I used to think about and I can remember never having thought about some other things. I never thought that six years ago, when I started writing this column, that I would have written some of the things I have. I never thought that people would read what I had to write every other week for six years although I am sure that there are people who prefer my columns in the weeks it doesnít appear. I never thought that an editor would print everything I sent him although this column may be the true test. I never thought I would miss only one deadline in six years. I never thought that Iíd be sitting here typing with a cat in my lap, watching public television, listening to my wife talk about our next outing with her family, and all the while having my son fire a dart gun at the television from behind my ear. Consider the source. Always be careful what you read. I am always careful what I write because I live in fear that someday someone might actually read it. I always thought that I would be really old when the twenty-first century came around but I lived to see it and I think Iím still fairly young. I never thought that Iíd live through the atomic weapons crisis of the sixties. I never thought weíd all have to consider facing an even worse fate. I remember getting my smallpox vaccination, but I never thought that Iíd be faced with the possibility of having to decide whether or not to get another one. I never thought Iíd go out and cut firewood for fun. I never thought Iíd make a living punching numbers into a computer. I never thought I would go for over twenty years without milking a cow. I never thought that once I quit farming Iíd still miss it after twenty years, but I still miss parts of it. I never thought Iíd live with a dog in the house. I never thought Iíd live with a cat in the house. I was pretty sure I would never get married. I was pretty sure I would never have kids and if I did, theyíd be girls. Two dogs, half a dozen cats, a beautiful wife and three strong sons later, I guess Iíd have to say I thought wrong. I never thought Iíd get to the point where Iíd look at a lifting job and say, "To heck with it. Iíll get the boys to do it." That day has come and it doesnít even bother me to ask them to do the heavy jobs. I think I am as capable as I ever was, but I never think about my sore back until the next day. I never thought weíd have an artificial Christmas tree, but we do. I never thought Iíd like an artificial Christmas tree, but I do. I never thought Iíd live this long because when I was really young it was hard to believe that anybody could be this old and still enjoy life. Now that Iíve made it this far, I suppose that I will have to do as Mark Twain recommended and start taking care of myself. I never thought Iíd go to the doctor more than fifteen times in one year and still be considered pretty darn healthy for a guy my age who has one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel. I never used to think of anybody as having one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel. I never used to think of myself as a "guy my age". I thought that when I got to be as old as I am, I would know what is going on in the world. I donít, but now I think that I wonít ever know and I have decided that is all right. I never thought that I would write about Chuck. I remembered Chuck the other day when I was out cutting firewood with my chainsaw. Chuck and I lived in the same dorm when I was in college. Chuck was a forestry student and a lumberjack. He was unbeatable on the racket ball court and an expert with a chainsaw. He taught me things about racket ball and chainsaws that I still remember. The other thing about Chuck that I remember thinking, and I never thought I would mention to anyone else, is that Chuck had just about the most beautiful eyes that I have ever seen in a human being. I am not too sophisticated in the attractive eye department, but Chuck had strikingly long eyelashes and brilliantly colored irises that any woman would envy. I wonít say that I got lost in that lumberjackís eyes because we didnít know each other that well, but they did make an impression that I remember after three decades. Thatís an impression that could come to haunt a less confident guy. Youíre probably thinking that this is more than enough about things I think and things I never thought. I think youíre right. Happy New Year and Happy Thinking!