If you grew up like me in the 1960s or previous decades and now have grandchildren or greatgrandchildren, you can’t help but wonder how the current crop of kids would fare if they were magically transported back to a summer of our youth. I think they’d be bored to tears.
It’s almost August, and we have four more weeks of summer.Where I grew up, we didn’t go back to school until after Labor Day. I feel bad for kids here who will be returning to class in just a couple of weeks; it doesn’t seem fair to me.
Ah yes, it’s that season again... the season where I’m pretty sure I’m being carried away by the mosquitoes and biting flies.While checking out some of our neighbors’ farm stand goodies Friday afternoon, I’m sure anyone driving by thought I was attempting some sort of horrible Irish jig.
My two cents | When wrestling was real, part two by Mike Alan Steinfeldt
As I mentioned last week, I was a big professional wrestling fan when I was a kid, roughly from the early 1970s to the early 1980s, and most of my experience of going to actual live wrestling events came in the early 1980s when I lived in close proximity to the Twin Cities in Minnesota.
The tenth of the “Ten Commandments” in Exodus 20 is “Do not covet your neighbor’s house. Do not covet your neighbor’s wife, male or female servant, ox or donkey, or anything else your neighbor owns” (v. 17, NLT).
I’m not sure if you heard this one, but pro football Hall of Fame quarterback Tom Brady might enter the professional wrestling ring to face online influencer Logan Paul.
Alleluia the heat finally gave out to some cool breezy weather. For the first night in a while now I slept with the windows wide open and the night’s cool refreshment filled my room. I highly prefer that over sleeping in air conditioning, or even worse, sleeping with a fan on.