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Dickinson Fire Department responded to a mobile home fire Monday Afternoon in the 200 block of E Street in South Dickinson. The fire was discovered when the resident came home for lunch. He ran to his next door neighbor who called the fire in shortly after 1pm. No one was believed to be in the home at the time of the fire. The home is provided by a Fargo Construction Company to two of their employees. Look for updates on the dickinsonpress.com and tomorrows print edition.
There are few times at my age do I feel really uncomfortable, but Monday night I found myself in such a place on so many fronts. Obviously, I'm a huge supporter of the First Amendment, which prohibits Congress from restricting the press or the rights of individuals to speak freely and the allows for citizens to assemble peaceably and to petition their government.
Last week, I picked up the bound edition of The Dickinson Press for September 1956. I wanted to look at the copy of the paper on the day I was born. Instead I found out, like today, there was no Sept. 10 paper because it was a Monday. I scanned the newspaper and quickly realized the 1950s were, despite no color ink, the golden age of newspapers. The paper of Sept. 11, 1956, was physically a lot wider and had 22 front-page stories from all over the world.
I have been asked many times if—like in the movies—I've ever rushed into the press room to shout "Stop the Press!" The only time I can recall was Friday, Sept. 17, 1999, while publisher at the Havre (Mont.) Daily News. The Daily News was an afternoon paper and, right before going to print, a reporter called from the scene of a double homicide. We didn't know much except for the sheriff's description that two people were "shot to hell" inside the residence.
Like most Americans, I love rooting for the underdog and relish a David-over-Goliath type of victory story. Growing up, watching the Olympics provided the perfect venue as our poor, young undersized amateur athletes battled the older, stronger professional athletes from the Communist countries. I was taught like all American school kids that Communism was the ultimate evil, so naturally athletes from the Soviet Union and their allies were the enemy.
The one thing it seems many people agree on this year is that the media is somehow responsible for our nation's problems and how limiting news coverage would be better for our country. Some people are quick to blame a lot of our nation's ills on social media, in that too much information and discussions is somehow destructive. One example they point to is the reporting, analysis and posts about the race for the White House.
Last week I was with my daughter Amanda on her birthday as we passed the golf course in Havre, Mont. I thought back to her 16th birthday. Amanda, no thanks to her dad's coaching, was an all-state golfer for Havre High School. So, for her birthday 15 years ago, I took the day off to golf with her brother, Tom. Golf is funny in that some days you play good and others horrible. I would be really rich if I could figure out why.
I grew up a child of the ‘60s and, like most, watched reports of the Vietnam War on the nightly 5 o’clock news. I was too young to be drafted, but my older brother had a draft card and my dad spent two tours in Vietnam while in the U.S. Air Force. Having a father who served in Vietnam, I had a far different view of the war than many my age. My dad never spoke bitterly of the protestors of the war and his pat answer is that he and others fought to give them the right to demonstrate.
Last week, I attended the North Dakota Newspaper Association’s annual convention held in Crosby, whose city website describes them as a town located in Divide County, approximately 35 miles east of the Montana Border and 6 miles south of the Canadian border. Crosby is the Divide County seat with a population of 1,300.
Believe it or not, the presidential primary may get more interesting, largely because the U.S. Senate and House races could have even more significance than ever. This election year is making me wish I had paid more attention in American history class. The old adage that history has a way of repeating itself could come full circle this fall.