John Nagy

I don’t know anyone who’s going to reach down into their Christmas stocking this year and pull out the key fob to a new vehicle, but I’m sure these folks exist.

Our columnist hard at play, while his son, Ayden, has second thoughts on asking for dad’s help. Inset, the final product...after five hours of twists and turns.

This time of year tends to separate people into two ideologies: those who love to decorate for the holiday and those who are considerably less fa la la la la about decking the halls.

I can get nostalgic over the simplest of things any time of year, and I’m about seven times more vulnerable to remembering “the good ol’ days” around Christmas.

Here we are on the last weekend of the year, or what we used to call the “Feast of Get This Junk Out of Here!”

We’re less than two weeks into 2025 and already a couple of significant milestones have crossed my timeline. On Jan. 1, I turned 59.

A little over two years ago in this space, I shared my experience in receiving a hip transplant. It went over so well — both the column and the surgery — that I’ve decided to reprise the whole affair.

Aah, spring — a season when a young man’s fancy turns to love and an old man’s turns to opening the windows.

If you think you’re seeing more traffic these days or finding it harder to avoid a crowd, demographers have a warning: Get used to it.

My wife and I were fortunate enough last month to catch the performance of former Prairie Home Companion creator Garrison Keillor at Sandhills Community College.