For me a newspaper on newsprint still offers something more — the opportunity to stumble across something I didn’t know I needed to know. Like the story I read the other day about the death by brain damage of a 28-year-old Minnesota hockey player, or the story about why Army wound up beating Navy for the 1944 college football championship.
There’s a difference between listening to holiday tunes for 20 minutes at a time and listening to them for 20 consecutive hours.
In a way, Steve Jobs’ life has become a kind of ideal, a measuring stick for the rest of us slogging along life’s pothole-filled highway. How much of a positive impact do we need to have on others so that we are judged to have “made our mark” and lived a worthwhile life?
I’m ashamed to admit this, but I once burst into tears because I couldn’t afford a kitchen blender a salesman told me I needed at the Minnesota State Fair.
I was in an elevator the other day when a guy with a buzz cut complimented me that I could get…
Dreaming about building a business isn’t all that fulfilling; sooner or later, you have to pull the trigger.
We’ve all been there at one time or another — there’s the school year, and then there’s summer.
If you read this month’s cover stories, you’ll find there’s a “tour guide” of sorts who helped guide them from almost certain failure to almost certain success.
A few months ago, I wrote a column about ethics, or what I perceived to be lack thereof, in the grocery store checkout line.
My grandmother died a few days ago. She was almost 99 years old, and other than noticeably shrinking in height, even at the end she looked and acted about the same as she had throughout her life.
It would be nice to solely blame our politicians for this behavior, but when you look around, there are still plenty of regular folk who show, by their actions, that their time and their opinions are more valuable and important than anyone else’s.
There are quite a few things about life that still mystify me, even after all these years.