Huskers vs Texas and Miami

Terrific volleyball match followed by an electric football game. What’s not to like about being a photo-type guy.


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Bull wrecks at the HD Hogan Memorial

There are many ways to get off a bucking bull, most of them painful. Here are just a few from the HD Hogan Memorial at Junction Motor Speedway in McCool Junction on Saturday, Sept. 13. If it looks like some of these riders are kids it’s because they are. Mini bull contestants ranged down to 6 years old. We even have a brave young girl here, can you find her? Mini bulls aren’t any calmer than the big boys, they’re just bred to be smaller when full grown.


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Husker (just barely) beat McNeese (Whew!)

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Severn Lake, Ontario by float plane 2014

Ten fishermen + 4.5 days + Severn Lake = 1,805 walleyes.


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Home improvement projects and other tortures

By Steve Moseley

Just when you think she’s done … she’s not.

The transition of the corner occupied by No. 16 Fairview Drive has been remarkable. Everyone says so. But has it been enough? She says no.

And so we continue to nibble at a grand plan which, best I can figure, has no end.

Next to confront the aged Lonesome Steve and Good Wife Norma are: (1) the necessity of moving a utility shed that is screwed tight to a 2×4 base of son Jarrod’s creation, and (2) excavating (for drainage) and then covering the walkway between the new retaining wall and the garage on the east end of the property.

And so it was I found myself at Overland Sand and Gravel on Thursday, obtaining as much pea gravel as my wee Ranger pickup could carry.

First a channel must be dug so the occasional downpour that drains from neighboring yards will find its way to the street instead of into the new garage. Next, she says, we’ll cover the narrow walkway in a fabric barrier that, she says, will discourage weeds and, one supposes, help run off … well … run off.

Next comes what I’m sure we’ll come to laugh and call Fun With Pea Gravel as we cleverly hide the drainage trench by leveling the gravel off across the entire top.

Then we’ll be done. Right?

Wrong. Then, she says, we’ll grunt and grub some big slabs of flagstone on top of the pea gravel to make a dandy walkway.

And all that’s the easy part. Moving that hulking shed will have to be done by hand since there’s inadequate space to get a Kiewit and Sons crane in there to do the job properly. Guess whose ‘hands’ will be involved in that deal.

Then will we be done? Logic and common sense suggest we will. Past experience with GWN suggests we won’t.

Worst of all is that I’m disqualified from serious whining by the fact she usually ends up doing as much digging and loading and dumping and lugging as I do. Usually more. Often significantly more.

Will that be the case again with this phase of The Project from H-E-Double-Toothpicks? One can only hope.

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Forty-four years you say? Wow!

If you’re reading this on Saturday, June 28 our anniversary was yesterday. If you’re reading some other day please adjust accordingly.

Yes, boys and girls, it is possible for the same two people to remain married for 44 years with neither killing the other. I didn’t say easy, I said possible.

Norma Garling of Genoa, Nebraska (Oriole Class of ’68) became Good Wife Norma on June 27, 1970.

The site was Augustana Lutheran Church in Genoa. The atmosphere was festive. The temperature was in excess of 100 degrees. Air-conditioning for that church was still years away. The groom was nervous which, combined with the heat, had him sweating like a Louisiana roofer at high noon in August.

Not only did we get through that day despite our youth, the ceremony actually ‘took’ for 44 years, defying all predictions to the contrary at the time.

In four decades-plus we managed to raise two sons and a daughter of whom we couldn’t be more proud.

Six grandkids have absolutely been the frosting on the cake for GWN and me. Two in Lincoln and two in Kearney are close enough we can be there for lots of their events and activities, plus the even better times when we just hang out at their homes or ours.

In 1970 we could not have predicted what lay ahead in our marriage, but I think we’d both say it has gone well so far.

Oh sure, it would have been great to win a gazillion-dollar lottery, but first one of us would have had to buy a ticket and we’re not really into that.

So I suppose we’ll just be happy with our non-monetary assets: a comfortable house in a friendly town, good health (typing with one hand and knocking on wood with the other right now), the fact my mother is still able to do things with us at age 90 (like join us for our anniversary steak dinner last night, which she did) and of course for my beloved ’91 MR2.

Add the warm and wonderful family dynamic to all that and you get some great times now that we’re much closer to the end of our journey together than when we set off 44 years ago on that sweltering June 27.

Reflecting on the cusp of birthday No. 65 I easily recall many dumb things I’ve done with my life and, yes, an occasional smart one, too.

The absolute dumbest is easy … choosing to smoke for 35 years.

The smartest thing I did in life is an even easier call. It was when, by some miracle, I convinced her to say “I do” on a late June day in 1970.

I still don’t know how I pulled that one off, but thank God I did. GWN is the best thing that ever happened to me. Period.

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