By Jim Magdefrau
I’m just getting used to the end of Daylight Savings Time. Maybe it’s because we were supposed to set the clock back one hour. I set mine back for 10 years.
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I just finished watching the Public TV Independent Lens feature on the Cullen boys in Storm Lake, and their quest to keep it local in the weekly journalism world. And maybe, make a profit. It sure brought back a lot of memories of deadlines, cameras, typing, budgets and how to use Quark. Local accountability was the emphasis. I’m keeping it positive. Don’t get me started on corporate journalism.
It brings me back to a seminar I attended in Des Moines. Our state is honored to have two Pulitzer Prize winners. They both attended the seminar. Both came to me that night at different times and I could see they had something urgent to ask. I was honored to give what knowledge I had on the matter.
They asked the same question.
“Where is the restroom?”
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Some old traditions are coming back. A few weekends ago many gathered to grind, mix and spoon horseradish into little jars. Though I was late to the process, there was enough horseradish hot air floating in the shed for me to tear up. It was not at a “Brian’s Song” level, but just enough to give me a slightly melancholy look.
I’m looking forward to spreading this on my next sandwich and make the hair on top of my head sweat. Again, this is a delicacy that makes one wonder just how hungry the first people were who ate horseradish.
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Folks, have a great Thanksgiving. It’s been quite a year, and still there’s a lot to be thankful for. Friends, family and folks you don’t even know who work every day to make this a better place to live.