St. Patrick’s Day is about a week away, but this week’s column features a picture book to celebrate the holiday so that you have time to find the book if you decide to read it to your children or students. The book has a 2002 copyright, but that doesn’t matter. It’s a good book.
The weather that greeted us as March made an entrance had several people remembering the saying “in like a lion and out like a lamb.” Those not happy about the amount of snow we got could not argue with two points, one that we needed the moisture, the other; what we had to put up with was nothing at all compared to the folks back east and in the southern states. It is almost as if the country has reversed its climate with cold where the warm should be and the other way around.
Living out of town comes with its own set of challenges, but there are many benefits as well. After living both in and out of town, I prefer out of town living. I’ll share with you some of the obstacles and advantages.
In an effort to foster an understanding between cowboys and vegetarians, it is crucial to debunk certain myths.
All it takes is for temperatures to be in the single digits, like this morning, for me to appreciate tank heaters, even if they are costly to operate. Tank heaters, placed in stock water tanks, keep ice off the water. Sometimes when it’s below zero or a cold wind blows, a layer of thin ice forms on the water, in spite of the heaters, but once the ice is removed, the cattle have ice-free water all day long.
This week’s column features a recipe for tuna noodle casserole — not that tuna casserole isn’t a fairly common dish to make, but this recipe is a little different. It has chopped green onions and Velveeta cheese in the ingredients.
If you own corrective eyewear, and you’re planning to see the film “Focus,” you may just want to leave your glasses or contacts at home. Watching it as a total blur can only be an improvement.
I hate daylight savings time and the Uniform Time Act that created it. Due to legislative action taken in the 60s — an era not know for its level-headedness — twice a year I find myself scurrying around the house, fumbling with clock controls and trying to remember whether to spring forward or fall back. By the time I manage to reset all of our clocks, pinpoint accuracy no longer matters. If the timepieces and electronic displays are within fifteen minutes of each other, I declare victory, sit down, put my feet up and think bad thoughts.
We debate in class often and many students are convinced that guns kill people and if we would just do something to regulate or ban firearms, we would be a much safer country! Let’s face it, guns are dangerous and lethal. So, I’m jumping on the “ban wagon” too and while we’re at it, we can take care of a few other “bans” as well:
The millennials are here. They are voting for the most part. They are making decisions regarding government and this has me wondering how the future looks for our government.
I'm moving to Hayden
February seemed shorter to me this year maybe because I have been on the go more than usual. Whatever the reason the month is gone and it appears that March is going to come “in like a lion” blown in by the cold winds, so hopefully it will go out like a lamb.
Last weekend we visited our kids and grandkids (Jody, Cindy, Jessica, and Jaycee). It was a cold, windy day, and they had just finished putting the makings for potato chowder in the crock pot. Cindy said they would have a nice hot supper for such a cold day. So that made me think that it won’t be long before we’ll be changing the menu from soups and stews to barbecued hamburgers and steaks. This week’s column features a recipe for a great stew. I’ve made it a lot of times. Enjoy during this cold spell.
Cattle like to “itch” themselves just about anytime, but they really get carried away in the spring time of year. First of all, they have all of that winter hair. Then, the weather is getting warmer, their skin is dry, and they just feel uncomfortable. They probably feel as we do when we have dry, itchy scalp or skin.
Change is taking place around us — some seen and some unseen. Changing of seasons, changing of fashions, and changing of the land as it sheds its dingy winter coat and dresses in a fresh green one.
My name is Jan Roth. Many of you may know me, but most of you don’t, so an introduction may be in order. I decided to call this column Jack Rabbit Road, partly because it involves Native American folklore, but also because it’s where I live. Most folks call it County Road 17, north of Lay, near the old stagecoach road.