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Sunday afternoon, while returning from a visit with Rita’s mother at Osborne, we encountered a fireman stopping traffic on the highway south of Lebanon. Sheriff’s officers were stationed on Highway 36. Not seeing any smoke which would have...

editor’s notebook 6/10/21 Sunday I was glad I wasn’t trying to ride either my pony or bicycle on Highway 14. Without a doubt, I would have been spooked by all the traffic and I suspect most if not all of the horses I have ridden would also have...

I suspect the thousands of people who most years gathered at Lovewell Lake for this week’s three-day weekend would have liked more sun and less rain but the weather was great for the annual Lady Vestey Festival. The sky was overcast and the...

Last week I made the mistake of starting a story in this space but not completing it. When I had used my allotted space I promised to continue the story this week. I should have known better than to make such a promise and then turn to other work. It...

Many of us give little thought to zipping across the Republican River several times a day. We have grown accustomed to easily crossing the river on wide, substantial bridges, but that hasn’t always been the case. A narrow Webber Road bridge was nea...

What do I write about this week? When Saturday’s New York Times arrived in my mail box on Monday morning, I thought I might have an idea. I struggled the rest of Monday and part of Tuesday trying to get the words to flow but they never came. That...

Monday morning I received an e-mail message from a former country school teacher advising it was going to be a nice day and I should schedule a reporting and photography trip that would allow me to be outside. It was a suggestion I wanted to accept....

Though we awoke Tuesday morning to find the ground was covered with puffy snow, apparently the custom harvesters are anticipating the arrival of spring and wheat to harvest in the southern states. The editor of this newspaper was looking out the...

More than 40 years ago a friend employed by the Nebraska Department of Economic Development invited me to ride with him to a meeting in Thayer County. In exchange for my help with the meeting, I suspect he provided my supper. The Nebraska tourism...

Sunday I had just finshed dinner and was sitting in my living room sipping a cup of hot tea and making afternoon plans when members of the Superior Volunteer Fire Department were called to Webber. Rita and I gathered our cameras and headed to...

Ninety years ago businesses which belonged to the Superior Commercial Club joined together to sponsor Black Cat Days. The event attracted statewide attention and business owners reported the two-day sales event was responsible for their best two...

With the massive storm forecast for the weekend, I kept close watch on the weather and had trouble focusing on other topics. It should be no surprise that Monday arrived before I was ready for it. Among the undone things on my to do list was the...

After last week’s below zero temperatures, it almost feels like we are living in a tropical paradise. On Monday afternoon, at least one person called at The Express window in shirtsleeves. That didn’t happen last week. Following the death of...

One hundred years ago today my father was born in a farm house a couple miles or so north of Abdal, Nebraska. He was his parents fourth and last child. I don’t remember Dad or his parents talking about the circumstances surrounding his birth. But...

Regular readers of this column know I grew up in a house that wasn’t much more than a stone’s throw from my father’s business. The house was designed so my fathxer could keep a close watch on his business. There was even a switch within reach...

As a youngster I disliked wearing jeans, I much preferred overalls but apparently overalls for youngsters were falling out of favor. The J.C. Penney store quit offering overalls in the smaller sizes I needed and I bought the last two pair the Troudt...

Regular readers of this column know I grew up in a house that wasn’t much more than a stone’s throw from my father’s business. The house was designed so my father could keep a close watch on his business. There was even a switch within reach...

With this week’s winter weather. It has been a bit hard for this weather watcher to focus on the newspaper work he should be doing. Instead of working, I would have liked to have taken a position where I could watch people coping with the falling...

After writing a weekly column for the better part of five decades, I fear I repeat my stories all too frequently, and with the continuing pandemic and an attempt to avoid exposure to the COVID-19 virus, I’m not acquiring new stories. Last week a...

I grew up believing I lived in the world’s melting pot, a place where people of various races and backgrounds came together and made decisions which benefited the majority. I counted among my friends people from Nigeria, India, Iraq, Hong Kong,...

Richard Schmeling, a frequent contributor to this newspaper sent a story about his Aunt Freda and slip-on seat covers she installed on her new Pontiac with the expectation when it came time to trade-in the car. it would be worth more. His story...

Late Sunday a friend shared on social media an experience she had earlier that evening. Her dog was incessantly barking and keeping the household awake. On a bright moonlight night, she got up and went, while dressed in her pj’s and house...