Commentary

Home Country

Chickens have forever had a place in our hearts and on our tables. Why is that? Well … why not?And so I’d like you to come with me back to the summer of 1970, ‘way up north of Fairbanks, Alaska, to what was once the thriving gold mining village of Chicken, Alaska.

Little Pasture on the Prairie

This week, we sell calves, and I don’t think it will ever stop feeling strange that a whole year of labor comes down to one day. Stranger yet, that one day depends on the whims of everything from politics to global markets to weather, and there’s no way to predict what will happen until it happens.

The what ifs

Let’s call her Sarah, although that wasn’t her name. I’d had the privilege of delivering her, and the fun of watching her grow into a precocious toddler, with an impish smile and a joyous laugh. Then I had the responsibility of explaining her autopsy report to her devastated parents.

EDITORIAL We’re doing just fine. Thank you!

This week, Oct. 5-11, is National Newspaper Week. Here at the Topic we’re celebrating the way we always celebrate National Newspaper Week - we’re producing, printing and distributing your Timber Lake Topic.

Home Country:

The sign in front of the gas station says “Unleaded, 3.39, special on Colt .357 Magnum, six-inch barrel.”Visitors here in the valley do a double take when they see Vince’s sign there at what we all know as “the gas station gun shop.

Home Country:

“I think it’s disgusting and weird and unnatural and it should be outlawed!” the tall cowboy said, coming to rest at the philosophy counter of the Mule Barn truck stop.“Aw Steve,” said Doc, “the coffee isn’t that bad.” “Coffee? Nay, I say unto you, Doc.

Why newspapers? Why now?

Many of the older people around us grew up reading newspapers constantly. Older people commonly sat at tables in coffee shops and gas stations and in the breakroom at their jobs and read old newspapers that were lying around and used the articles to start conversations.

Stray Thoughts: Reflections on Charlie Kirk

Like millions of Americans, I found myself at a loss for words, and lost sleep and some tears over this man I had never met. It was abundantly clear to me that this man was the thought-leader and the cultural phenomenon of the modern era.