This is my sure-fire solution to the Vikings stadium dilemma. Put it in Hudson.
It's that time of year when folks are supposed to look forward to thinner waists and fatter wallets. Then we try to make that happen by changing some behavior or reinforcing another.
This morning (Thursday) memories flooded back through my newly frozen brain. It was almost exactly a year ago that I did my best gymnastic impression and planted my butt on an icy deck.
A little common sense, parents: Get a babysitter before taking the kids to the latest installment in the Twilight saga! And I don't care if you've been reading the books to the tyke at bedtime.
There's a lot of smut swirling around the whole Penn State mess that led to Joe Paterno's firing and a rush to apologize by the university's big wigs.
I apologize to viewers that expect my reports on KARE and I apologize to those others who have enjoyed the break in my coverage of events. Anyway, I'm back.
Today, I got a note from an irate viewer (or reader) who didn't like a story that I reported last week. Fair enough.
In my radio D.J. youth, an old radio announcer at a small upstate New York station, a guy named Frank Mangefrida, gave me this advice.
I suppose everybody by now has their favorite Steve Jobs quote. That's what we do with really smart people. We scour their remarks for wit, genius and inspiration.
The story of a female terror suspect who refused to stand in Federal Court in Minneapolis when the judge walked into court reminded me of a case many years ago.
It doesn't work. That's as simple as I can make it.
The little dust up between Congresswoman Michele Bachmann and Texas governor Rick Perry underlined something for all of us.
I know it's hard to believe. Me, too. But in my last blog, I said that Plymouth will no longer have a stand-alone full Post Office. Wrong.
If you wonder why the U.S. Postal Service has been losing money, don't just blame email. Take a look at the decisions they make.
I always thought that folks who do impersonations well (not me) belong on a stage somewhere. Little did I know they could be anywhere, even in political ads.
I want to show you something remarkable in the Land of 10,000 ordinary places, but I can't. They won't let me.
Just a quick note to say the greatest Drum Corps show in local history takes place this Saturday at TCF stadium on the U of M campus. It's like 25 great halftimes in a row.
It used to be that if you wanted a lot of "hits" on your internet blog, you had to have the word SEX in the title or high in the story.
Who would've thought that we would get excited about gas for three dollars and fifty cents? I guess everything IS relative.