A fierce fight over a feline has erupted at the Nebraska State Capitol. Of course we’re talking about Cameron the Capitol Cat.

I’m no farmer. And I haven’t slept at a Holiday Inn lately.

I got a second wind on Wednesday night, and after covering an event, mowing my yard, and making dinner, I decided that I was not yet ready for bed.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.