Don’t know about you, but when I was in school I always looked forward to spring break. Sleeping late, hanging out with friends and talking about boys, hanging out at the Dairy Queen and talking to boys. Spring break, even in college, was a week of being a total sludge. But Dickinson State student Seth Moerkerke, a communications major and a wide receiver for the football team, was anything but a sludge during his spring break this year.
Not long ago I read an article about broccoli sprouts. It said they were like little miracle drugs. They were healthy, low calorie, and had cancer-fighting properties. I am inordinately fond of sprouts. When I am at a salad bar, I always hunt for the sprouts first. Well, actually I hunt for the sprouts second. First I hunt for the cheese sprinkles, because nothing good comes from a salad bar without cheese sprinkles.
Katie the Wonder Puppy has taught herself to play soccer. Of course she plays by doggie rules. But she is really patient when teaching humans how to play by her rules. First rule: if the ball is in Katie's mouth, it is hers. Second rule: if the ball is between Katie's paws, it is hers. Third rule: if Katie is looking at the ball, it is hers. Fourth rule: if Katie shoots the ball to you, then it is yours.
I asked my husband to give me a bouquet of donuts for Valentine's Day. I have my priorities straight. Donuts are just about a perfect food. They can be cakey, they can be yeasty, they can be frosted, and they can be sprinkled. And even the holes in the middle are little bites of deliciousness. Donuts have been with us a long time. They were probably brought to America by Dutch settlers in New York. The Dutch called them olykoek, which translates as "oily cake."
This Christmas season brought our family joy and surprises. Our clever and quirky son, and his smart and beautiful wife, visited us for Thanksgiving. They called it "Thanksgifting" because we celebrated Christmas at the same time. And we had two turkeys, so hey, let's celebrate Thanksgifting every year. My feisty father-in-law, who is a World War II Air Force vet and hero, turned 96 years old on January 2. He still lives in his own home in New Rockford, with some help from my sister-in-law.
Two things you need to know about me. First, I am a student at Dickinson State, pursuing a degree in theater. Second, I am kinda thick between the ears at times. Put those two things together, and the results can be, well, let me explain. Now I am not exactly on the four-year plan for college graduation. In fact, at the rate I am accumulating credits, I will probably be a proud member of the 2025 graduating class.
Do you envy graceful people? Those lucky folks who can run on a treadmill and talk at the same time? Or who can walk on an uneven sidewalk without watching their feet? Or who can walk anywhere without watching their feet? I am not one of those people. I trip over the nap in the carpet. I bend over to pick up flug from the corner, and bump my head on the wall. I open the door and bash it into my forehead. Keep that in mind. Because there I was this weekend, on the stage in Stickney Auditorium, trying to sing and dance at the same time. Sometimes in the dark.
Have you been to the Pride of Dakota Harvest Showcase at the West River Ice Center this weekend? You still have time. It closes at 4:00 today. The phrase "Pride of Dakota" just makes you feel good, doesn't it? South Dakota have Mt. Rushmore, but up here we have Pride. We have pride in our locally-made products.
Were you ever lucky enough to land a perfect summer job? No, me either. I worked in a factory for a whole two weeks one summer. Until I fell into a half-ton vat of plastic chips. I was supposed to climb up a ladder, dip a bucket into the plastic chips, and feed them into a hopper. Parts one and two went just dandy, but part three — feeding the hopper — ended badly. Don't ask. Anyway, Presley Weiler, a newly-minted Dickinson High graduate, has been working at the Badlands Ministries camp, near Medora, for the past three summers. It is her dream job.
MEDORA—Boots Bar & Grill in Medora is a hometown restaurant with an international connection. A major part of the food and beer they serve is locally sourced, while their summer employees are students from all over the world. Manager Melissa Schneider said, "We try to stick with as much local products as we can. It is a big deal for me to order products from Montana." Schneider said Boots has seven beers on tap from Beaver Creek Brewery in Wibaux. Those Beaver Creek beers are featured prominently in Boots' Sunday Funday summer events.