I think that, by now, I have chased enough cows out of my yard that I have earned the right to wear my cowboy boots with pride and call myself a cowboy. Now, the real question is whether I can call myself a farmer.

If you hated the “reseat” process for Nebraska volleyball season ticket holders, just wait for the cascade of complaints when reseating of football tickets begins next year. The University of Nebraska recently announced a two-year process to “reseat” Memorial Stadium.

For the past few weeks, I simply have not been able to get a good night’s sleep. The reason has baffled me.

It is the “silly season,” as a spokeswoman for Governor Pillen put it recently. Derogatory labels— some deserved and many exaggerated—fly at us off the television screen in political campaign ads, punctuated with scary music and darkened visages.

During the St. Paul City Council’s September 21, 2026 meeting, the council did not stop the proposed city referendum petition certified on September 14, 2026.

In every basement, attic, or storage shed, there is an item or two that we could easily toss, sell, or destroy without a second thought. For me, those items go straight into the garbage.

The Flatwater Free Press, in conjunction with reporters with the New York Times, recently confirmed what many had suspected— that Nebraska Governor Jim Pillen had employed undocumented immigrants in his hog business.

Just about every week, I drive by a massive construction project on the north side of Lincoln, next to Interstate 80. Construction cranes soar high into the air; bulky soil scrapers remove hills and build new ones; a steady stream of construction vehicles scurry to and fro.

For me, when it comes to writing a newspaper story, one mantra reigns supreme. Quotes are better than notes.

There is really just one thing to say. Marlene, I am sorry.