My two cents | Another fish story by Mike Alan Steinfeldt

It seems that every summer when I take my annual vacation to the Namekagon River in Northern Wisconsin, I come back with some kind of fish story to tell. This year is no different.I had been to the cabins a couple of times briefly this year. The first time was in late May and we caught a few fish.

Bob’s Recipe for Malacostracan Decapod Crustaceans on a Bun by Bob Simmons

Last weekend, Diane and I finally got an overnighter at our lake place on Red Willow. We love to be at the lake with our kids and grandkids, but this particular weekend was extra special because it was just us. We had the house and everything else to ourselves.

Letter from the Editor

This just in: Stay off the sidewalks, folks. Both of the my kids officially have their learner’s permits.After several — and we won’t count exactly how many — visits to the Grand Forks Driver’s License Office, they finally passed their permit tests.

Letter from the Editor

You know the song There She Goes? I’m pretty sure that’s the song that plays on repeat in my guardian angel’s head.

My two cents | This week in history by Mike Alan Steinfeldt

Every once in a while I like to take a look back in history, and that’s what I’ve decided to do this week.

Vaca ... what vacation! by Bob Simmons

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.

letter to the editor

Antitrust enforcement lags, as foreign control of meat sector growsWhat happened to the Trump Administration’s promised investigation?

Summer crunch time! by Bob Simmons

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.

Letter from the Editor

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.