As I look out my window at the lake these days it’s impossible not to think of one word in particular: rotten. The ice is rotten. It’s no longer structurally sound, no longer thick and strong and trustworthy. It’s no longer safe. “Rotten” is not a good adjective to have applied to well, anything, I’d say. No one wants a rotten apple. They spoil the whole barrel! No one wants a rotten tooth. It gives you pain and misery! No one wants a rotten tree trunk. It endangers everything around it!
WORTHINGTON — When Mark and Maria Thier envisioned Mark’s snowmobiling trip to West Yellowstone, they had in mind a fun few days of learning advanced skills, taking in some beautiful scenery, and enjoying a popular sport with friends. What Mark got was a trip to the hospital and a lingering health scare that he and his wife will never forget.
WORTHINGTON — While some high school kids may be eyeing their upcoming graduation as an opportunity to get away from small-town America, other high schoolers are eyeing small-town America as a place to get away to .
“ If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.” If I say the things that a mother is supposed to say to her children, but don’t do it in love, I am no better than a blaring YouTube video.
I have a confession to make. I don’t like waiting. There. I said it. In stark letters, for the world to read. I. Don’t. Like. Waiting.
I recently finished reading a book about cooking and eating and food. I describe it that way because, while it did contain a few recipes, it was more about the author’s life in relation to food than it was about actual recipes. As I finished reading the book, I couldn’t help but think about memorable meals I’ve had and the places I’ve eaten them.
WORTHINGTON — Warmer temperatures are both bad and good when it comes to Winterfest in Worthington. It’s good for the onlookers of the outdoor events, and good for the fishermen (perhaps), too. But or the skaters and others wanting solid ice, the warm temperatures caused havoc for their plans.
WORTHINGTON — When it comes to the Nobles County Library, there is no limit to the age, gender or ethnicity of its patrons. From the hundreds of children who come for the afterschool programs and Summer Reading Program to the more than 160 adults signed up for the Winter Reading Program — to the 280 people, on average, who come through its doors daily — the library is a vital part of Worthington.
It was finals week of fall quarter, my sophomore year in college. My favorite class that term was a creative writing poetry class and I was excited to turn in my final project: a portfolio of all the poems I’d written, critiqued, edited, tweaked and perfected to the best of my abilities. I was proud of the work I’d done and excited for the instructor — a visiting professor who was a real, published poet — to read my finished work.
All this ice on the lake brings back a few memories of my childhood. Well, two, to be exact. That’s the number of times I recall the lakes freezing hard enough to walk on, on Orcas Island, Wash., where I grew up. One year, when the temperature stayed below freezing for days on end, and even the salt water froze between the rocks and the shore, the ice was thick enough on the pond down the road that my sister Jenny and I dared to walk on it.