Body Each week, I get my fair share of local history. All five weekly newspapers that I publish feature some sort of historical section, and in many cases, I either compile the information for that part of the paper, or I proofread it.

Body You’ve barely stepped out of your car at the drug store when a disheveled person, toting a couple of clipboards, confronts you. “Are you a registered voter in Nebraska?” they ask.

Body Earlier this month, while visiting with my transplant doctors in Omaha, one of the practitioners commented that my blood pressure seemed to be a bit high. She was concerned; I just laughed.

Body I have a dream (no, not that famous one). It’s about a great idea for a movie.

Body Well, it now appears that we will have a third, substantial candidate on the ballot to become the next governor.

Body It all started with a letter opener. You know, one of those tchotchkes that businesses hand out so that every time you open a bill or a letter from your grandma, you see their logo in hopes that you remember them the next time you need something.

Body Some folks, I see, are criticizing Nebraska Governor Jim Pillen for embarking on a trade mission to the Far East at a time when the state budget is bleeding red ink. It’s a fair gripe.

Body This week, I have decided that every spelling error in the paper is the fault of one person. Mrs.

Body Things are getting plenty confusing about who is running for office this fall, and who isn’t. And that’s probably the intent.

Body It is not hard to get a great photo of someone in public taking a bite of food. What is hard is getting a great photo at that moment— the type of photo that would definitely embarrass the subject if printed—without being noticed.