Nebraska is cattle country. We used to be known as “The Beef State”—a nickname I always liked.

I almost made it. I could have hit the gas and sped through the crossing, but I knew that if I did there was always a chance I didn’t make it in time.

There’s an old saying about government: “What is said isn’t so, it’s what is so isn’t said.” So that means that someone—maybe a state auditor, maybe a whistleblower, but often a news reporter— needs to dig in and find out what is really happening with our tax dollars. That’s why it was so disgusting to read recently about our “Secretary of War’s” crackdown on access by reporters to the Pentagon.

The Ravenna Volunteer Fire Department could have, possibly, saved my life. In my twelve years as a small town newspaper publisher, I have attended my fair share of educational sessions with local fire departments and have taken numerous photographs of kids climbing on the departments’ rigs during Fire Prevention Week.

Last week, I headed off to camp! I would love to say that my duffle bag was filled with my swim trunks, a flashlight, and all the fixings necessary to make some killer s’mores, but that might paint more of a rosy picture of camp than the one I experienced. Let’s just say that, after only about an hour, I was about ready to call my mom for a ride home! In the middle of October, across the Cornhusker State, fall sports seasons are making the rapid transition from regular-season events to postseason competition.

None of us like paying taxes. But even the Bible says we’re supposed to (“Give unto Caesar what is Caesar’s” is how I remember it).

I have been to Wilber, Nebraska once in my life, and it was a trip—or more like a pitstop— that I will never forget. Several years ago, while traveling from St.

A state senator—who will remain unnamed— once told me that “We’re all mammals” in reference to a sex scandal at the state capitol. Another senator had been caught using a state computer to, shall we say, do something naughty while watching a woman do something naughty online.

It had been a minute since I had browsed the candy aisle at the local gas station, so a couple of weeks ago, I decided to peruse and see just what exactly was being sold these days. Me, I am a habitual Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup lover, so I rarely look for anything but that bright orange packaging when it comes to selecting my candy of choice.

We live in a world where having adequate high-speed internet service is not just a luxury, but a necessity. With proper broadband, you can use a computer to run a business, manage a good website, work remotely, and operate the new generation of precision agriculture equipment.