As a kid, if I scored some change, I might walk down to the local five-and-dime store and buy a pack of baseball cards. If I was lucky and had a dollar bill, the cashier would count back my change in a matter-of-fact fashion. It was a bit of a math lesson every trip to the store.
The handshake for the past two years has been a no-no. How we greet each other has changed. It’s been an awkward adjustment for us Midwesterners. But ... we are inching back to normal.
Teenagers of today still need non-parent rocks of support. We must convey encouragement, love, advice when required or asked for, presence, and a shoulder to cry on.
Earlier this month, it was National Hug a Newsperson Day. I did not receive a hug. Hugs are hard to come by nowadays. However, I am not a newsperson; I’m a columnist, so logically, I should not have been hugged.
Each generation tells its stories. Some are remarkable, in particular those of the Greatest Generation. The journeys of those raised during the Depression followed by a world war remind us of insurmountable obstacles that can be overcome.
There are many famous duos. We have Batman and Robin or Sherlock and Dr. Watson. In the Southeast Minnesota high school sports scene, we had Stick and Andy.
In schools, it can be a struggle for music program funding. To reach another level for the students, community support is needed. Learn how you can help.
Sometimes a kick in the posterior is just what someone needs. Randi Kallas was floundering a bit in college in the 1970s. In her junior year at the University of Minnesota, she had her sights set on a Journalism degree, but was running out of steam.
