It was President Grover Cleveland who said “a public office is a public trust.” The man who served as the United States’ 22nd and 24th president knew Americans expect their elected officials to do what is morally right and to be good stewards of taxpayer dollars. Still today, Americans believe that public servants should carefully and responsibly manage the things entrusted to their care.
If you can’t trust information to be current on an official state of South Dakota website, where does the taxpayer, resident or the curious turn to find out why? And isn’t accurate and up-to-date information particularly important when it concerns state laws and the constitution?
Speaking at the fall sports meeting for student-athletes and parents, Terry Stulken had some good advice for coaches: Sports are for fun, and for parents: Let the coaches coach. He said a lot more and told a lot of stories but that was the message in a nutshell. Terry also said again how much he enjoyed last school year when he was elementary principal at Timber Lake. He explained that he’s once-again retired
I appreciate how the old prayer goes, “Bless the food before us, the family beside us, and the love between us...” Our youngest son Preston recently had a break-in at his home. They took his computer with his pictures and all the songs he created. They also got away with my old film-dependent camera which was full of undeveloped pictures he had taken.
We live in a quirky, weird, sideways, upside-down world where some things just don‘t make sense – or they make too much sense to be sensible. As humans we often perpetuate the nonsense. We accept things for what they are and go about our business without question. But sometimes I wonder. About small things. Big things. Random things like:
In 1999, Reverend Billy Joe Raymond was universally recognized as the fieriest preacher in Lennox Valley, with good reason. Not a Sunday, or Wednesday night for that matter, passed at First Baptist Church without an altar call and at least two re-dedications by souls who had wondered astray, ultimately finding their way home during a latter verse of “I Surrender All.”
By Jill Pertler
She wasn’t even my dog. Not even close. Even though she and I lived in the same house, she clearly answered to another master – my husband. Still, I loved her like you love a family dog that’s been around for more years than you have fingers. She loved playing fetch. She was a retriever, so I guess that makes sense. We could throw a ball or a stick (or whatever object she was fetching that day) for hours and she’d keep going until we made her quit. Her favorite place was the lake. She loved to swim. Combine that with retrieving and you had perfection – from her perspective, at least. To view more please log in or subscribe to the digital edition
By Kevin Slimp
The home of my childhood rests snugly between two lakes with names descended from ancient Native Americans. It’s been a while since I’ve had a mailing address in “The Valley” and through the years a lot of things have changed. In 1993, a traffic light was installed at the town’s main intersection, Bearden’s Corner. At first there was quite a bit of excitement concerning the light. The Lutherans, who occupied the northwest quadrant of “the corner” thought the light might encourage those who waited there to consider dropping by. It was the ultimate evangelism tool. To view more please log in or subscribe to the digital edition
Trouble, trouble, trouble, Oh! we got trouble Right here in River City! With a capital "T." That rhymes with "P" And that stands for . . . Prescription Drugs. Proof of this trouble comes from South Dakota's new Prescription Drug Monitoring Program established by the South Dakota legislature in 2010. This tool is there to help prescribers and pharmacies know when a drug seeker is at the door falsely claiming a medical problem in order to obtain drugs to sell or abuse.
I like summer rain. Not at noon when everyone wants to be outside in the sunshine swimming, if you are lucky enough to be at the beach. But after the sun sets, when the world is dark and lightning brightens the sky only to be followed by the predictable strike of thunder. We count the seconds between the light and sound to guess how far the storm is from us. One thousand one, one thousand two… I like bug bites. They’re the result of spending time outside playing too much croquet or badminton or golf or bocce or wiffle ball. We have so much fun and are so intent on swatting balls (or shuttlecocks) we forget about swatting bugs.