After a life-threatening accident in a manure pit when he was 30, columnist Jerry Nelson is thankful to be celebrating his 60th birthday.
The key to this story about changing the sleeping habits of milk cows is to not believe this story.
Summer, our erstwhile bosom buddy (and, let’s face it, fair-weather friend), has flown the coop.
Deadwood became renowned for hard rock mining, hard drinking and an atmosphere of hard living.
A former college English teacher became a literary uncle, reminding this self-taught writer that errors are regrettable but inevitable.
While driving the Johnny Popper, the radio was more of an annoyance than a source of pleasure.
The plan to to view the eclipse quickly changed after seeing how many other people were seeking the same thrill.
This humor columnist and his wife have been married for a long time now and can't help but feel hopelessly out of style.
As the packed auditorium applauded, he launched into a hilarious song, each verse of which ended with the refrain “up in Minnesota.” So began our evening with Garrison Keillor.
My wife and I recently motored to Stillwater to relax and enjoy the scenery. The city perches on cream-color limestone bluffs that overlook the coffee-hued St. Croix River.