I remember when electric vehicles would draw quite a few chuckles. “Hey, nice golf cart!” The first attempts at electric vehicles were maybe not great, but they were important. Remember the first time you saw a Toyota Prius? Man, that was one ugly car. Who would possibly buy that thing?
I am a morning person. I know, I know. We can be a particularly annoying breed to people who are certainly not morning people. My wife for example? Not a morning person.
There are a lot of terrible jobs in this world. Cleaning out septic tanks. Stooped over for hours picking vegetables in fields. Cleaning the bathrooms after a rock concert. Doing the laundry for Sumo wrestlers.
I have a real window on the world here where I sit on Washington Street in Oregon. I can watch people walking by or pulling up in their cars to shop in downtown Oregon or stop by for a quick coffee.
We all can picture an outdoorsman when we see the word. He is a rugged, bearded guy wearing flannel and has hands so callused that they can’t be penetrated with a broad sword.
It is really all just too much. Hundreds – no, thousands – of choices make it hard to relax during a time meant for relaxation.
It is just about time for the fair – that magical time of the year when we get to smell a mixture of manure, popcorn and whatever it was that kid barfed up after riding the Tilt-A-Whirl.
Ogle County is a beautiful place. On that I’m sure we can all agree. It made sense to me when Oregon began pushing the idea of the city, and the county, becoming a go-to destination for bicycle enthusiasts. It is clearly a great place to get out and ride.
Oh, the whining. It really reached a fever pitch in recent weeks as the weather has turned warm. And to that, I only have this to say: Welcome to summer, people!
The Fourth of July. It’s a time people celebrate our country. There are cookouts, parities and fireworks displays across the nation. There is plenty of flag flying and plenty of speeches about how much people love America. There are red, white and blue hats, blankets, clothes – you name it.
Well, I guess I don’t like Canada anymore. It’s OK, because I have just been looking for an excuse to not like our neighbors to the north. They are all so nice, and happy and smug. They even speak French in parts of the country – French! I have half a mind to ship a truck load of Freedom Fries up to those people.
If there is one thing that Roseanne Barr is good at, it is stirring up controversy. Who can forget her rousing rendition of “The Star-Spangled Banner” in 1990? It was off-key shouting at its best. And she even ended the whole mess by grabbing herself and spitting on the ground.
In an ever-changing world, there is a place macho men can still be men. You can dribble beer on your chins, bark at the neighbor over the fence and curse through the billowing smoke.