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NICK HENNEN: Now I See — Tuning In To Dad

Father and son, my dad and me were always tight. He was a cuddler, a lover and a deeply feeling man. He had the heart of a poet and lucky for me, I inherited this way of being in the world. He was so in love with my mom. They were always affectionate and gazing into each others eyes. Love …


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JIM FUGLIE: View From The Prairie — Remembering A Great Man On Father’s Day

(I wrote this five years ago, on the 30th anniversary of my father’s death. It’s worth reprinting on Father’s Day.) The United States entered World War II shortly after the bombing at Pearl Harbor on Dec. 7, 1941. Just a few months later, in the spring of 1942, at the close of the Devils Lake Junior College school year, a handful …


JIM THIELMAN — A Sharp Razor Might Take The Edge Off These Days

When winter was packing a punch, the man would be outside Thielman’s Barber Shop sitting in a car, motor idling. On summer mornings, he’d likely be in a suit standing by the door, probably smoking a heater. Dad arrived, either in cold darkness or dewy early dawn, unlocked the door, flicked on the lights and knew what to do on …

TONY J BENDER: That’s Life — Counting Chickens

I’ve been thinking about my dad. It’s been 24 years since he died, so when I think about him these days, it’s not about the way it ended — cancer — but about the way he lived and lives on in the stories I tell my kids. He would have loved them and they him. India and I went to …