Chuck Haga

We were following President George Starcher's advice, to become what we wanted to be.

I stumbled upon Vonnegut's letter to students at his high school in 2006. I am not a poet.

I find these entries fascinating: funny, sad, inspiring. ITASCA STATE PARK — This cabin of pine logs and stone built long ago by the young

People ask me sometimes what I miss about not being at the newspaper and the answer is always “the people.”

They come up behind me silently, like a cheetah ambushing an ailing, slow-moving water buffalo.

It’s easy to imagine the park as it must have been decades ago. It's also easy to imagine it as it will be decades from now.

It's a common question and it came up again last week, from a student: Where do you get your ideas for what you want to write about?

What would have happened had I stayed in politics? Long ago, when I first entered politics, these were good, respectable words: government, legislator, representative – even the word “politics” itself.

I did sort of meet Mantle many years later, not long before he died from liver cancer in 1995, age 63.

Have we lost all ability to accept that others close to us see things differently — and maybe legitimately?