Birds of a feather flock together
Last week, the Nebraska Game and Parks Commission proudly made an announcement.
Petition drives in full force across Nebraska
Have you been to the grocery store or courthouse lately and been approached in the parking lot by not one, but two people seeking signatures on initiative petitions concerning abortion rights? Confused? You’re not alone.
Long let it wave!
Growing up in Palmer, the town fathers had a surefire way to let people know when something big was going on. No, they didn’t blow the fire whistle, as that was just for emergencies; rather, when there was an occasion worth noting, a flagpole would appear in the middle of main street.
Howard County’s least-likely representative
If I had a motto, it would have to be “Why make the fat kid do it?” I know what you all are thinking: Why not just lose some weight and then you wouldn’t get stuck with that task?
Pillen still plugging for property tax relief
Let’s face it, Nebraska has high property taxes, the seventh highest in the country according to the Tax Foundation, which tracks such things. “Lots of land, not a lot of people,” has always been the catchphrase, which translates into a higher burden of property taxes.
A new athletic director, a new plan for Memorial Stadium
One of the great, unsolved mysteries in the state has been why the beloved Trev Alberts left his alma mater to become athletic director at Texas A&M. Alberts was an All-American football player at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln, then eventually became athletic director at the school after a...
Apparently, trampolines can MOOOve!
Last Wednesday evening, I was returning home from covering the NSAA Class C State Golf Tournament, when I came across a peculiar sight standing, literally, right in the middle of the road.
A new corner of the newspaper
Welcome to a new corner of your newspaper. For years, this column has been called “Capitol View” and for the past several years, it’s been written by J.L.
Time to discover my own backyard!
A couple weeks ago, after returning from Albion, where we meet a truck and pick up our printed copies of the newspaper each week, I pulled a copy of that week’s edition of the Palmer Journal off a stack, opened it up, and my stomach almost instantly twisted into knots.
Here’s to the next chapter!
It won’t come as a surprise to our readers to learnthat, growing up, I was a bit of a bookish kid.