Welcome

Or should I say, welcome to Nebraska. I am a Nebraska writer and I love living here. Part of that love is meeting new people and writing interesting (hopefully) stories about their lives. Remember the television series, The Waltons? Well, you get the idea without the grumpy grandma.

This is not my first attempt at writing that type of personal interest story. I wrote a book about life in Nebraska titled A Visit to Hartington. I also did my time flirting with Nebraska Football by writing a column called A Story From The Stands. I have some history with Nebraska and the people who live here. But always remember, the keyword is people. I am interested in simple ordinaty people and how they go about doing their jobs and living their lives. I really don't care about how big their house is or what kind of a sexy car they drive. Go somewhere else for that kind of stuff.

I like to write about people like Mrs. Lubeley. She was our neighbor when I was growing up in Hartington, Nebraska. My mother dearly loved her because this thoughtful elderly lady was so kind and good natured. When it snowed, I shoveled her walks. You could almost count the minutes before she arrived at our front door, leaning on her cane, and holding a fresh baked apple pie for me. She was always perfectly dressed in a silk dress, complete with rouge on her cheeks and ear rings. Her gentle soft eyes peered through her wire rim glasses and that hint of twinkle was always there. My mother called Mrs. Lubeley her China Doll.

That's the kind of person I want you to meet. Someone simple. Someone who perfected the art of living by making living an art instead of a race to build the biggest and the best. After all, when your times is up, it's up and nobody will give you any reward for what you have earned. It's about what you have learned and what you did with that knowledge.

Like learn how to shovel snow properly and what a warm apple pie smells like on a cold winter's day.