The new moon went by last week, but the calls and emails I got last week reflected the lunacy of a full moon. Maybe the lingering cold got to people. Maybe, trapped in overwarm houses, they’re a little stir crazy. Here’s a sample:RELATED CONTENT
People who worship at the altar of the Internet and associated new technologies, rather than admit the obvious – they merely are tools – are in a happy frenzy that initial online holiday sales were up 17 percent over last year. The Black Friday weekend is said to have been good for online sales. It’s the beginning of the end of the physical act of shopping, online aficionados preach. No, it’s not.RELATED CONTENT
My car was at the dealership a few days ago for routine service. It’s a new model that has all the bells and whistles that are standard on most of today’s cars. I like it a lot, although if I were ever called on to do the simplest of repairs, I’d be lost in the new auto technology world of modern engines and vehicle systems.RELATED CONTENT
The playbill for Saturday night’s first-of-the-season Masterworks Concert Series by the Fargo-Moorhead Symphony covered a musical landscape that stretched from the early years of the 20th century to the early years of the 21st. Along the way, the receptive crowd in the Festival Concert Hall on the campus of North Dakota State University was treated to a marvelous performance by a young violinist and a reflective overture inspired by the Red River.RELATED CONTENT
DEVILS LAKE, N.D. - It’s hard to fathom in today’s entertainment culture of faux celebrity that at the end of the 19th century a German-born piano virtuoso was a superstar in the United States.RELATED CONTENT
When I travel, I like to visit cities similar to Fargo. That is, cities that are regional centers for retailing, medicine, entertainment, education and the rest of the amenities that help define Fargo and the metro area.
I’ve always been ambivalent about celebrating the new year. I associate alcohol-besotted partying with memories of my childhood, when my father’s family gathered at our house New Year’s Eve for what was supposed to be a family event.
For the past several years, I’ve received requests to reprint a Christmas column I wrote for The Forum in 1988. As in previous seasons, this year I heard from people who have wonderful Christmas tree memories.
All of us will be treated to a holiday reprieve from politics for the Christmas holidays. But until then …RELATED CONTENT
The mini-flap over unpaid book fines at the Fargo Public Library stirred memories of my crimes at the New Britain public library in my Connecticut hometown. I owe ‘em a lot of money.RELATED CONTENT
Last week, I slipped on the ice on a downtown Fargo sidewalk, and nearly went down. Instead of landing as ungracefully as possible, which would have been the smart thing to do, I fought gravity, avoided a pratfall and twisted one of my aging knees.RELATED CONTENT
I’m not one to fall into an Orwellian funk about Big Brother government, but spectacular advances in technology ought to concern anyone who values privacy.RELATED CONTENT
In 1978, as a young journalist working for the Devils Lake (N.D.) Daily Journal, I wrote this:RELATED CONTENT
If you’re a fan of political history, I recommend two books that were published late last year.RELATED CONTENT
I’m not sure when the term “Beatlemania” became part of the language, but it was an apt description of what exploded onto the American scene in February 50 years ago. I remember the time as if it were yesterday.RELATED CONTENT
The response to last week’s column about a teacher who had great faith in me was overwhelming and heartening.RELATED CONTENT
Talked to an old high school friend last week (gosh, they’re all old) about our 50th class reunion, which is coming up in June. The conversation drifted to the great teachers we had in New Britain, Conn., public schools.RELATED CONTENT
When I began my work as editorial page editor of The Forum, I was the youngest editor in the newsroom. Today I am the oldest. That suggests either I love my job or I’ve been in a rut for a long time.RELATED CONTENT
The other day, I was in the new Boy Scout headquarters in south Fargo. It’s an impressive building, complete with a store featuring gear, uniforms, books and nearly everything else a well-equipped Scout needs.RELATED CONTENT