Our little granddaughter, Annie, is an adorable two-year-old. The grandkids have always called me “Boo Bob.” The short version - I didn’t want to be called Grandpa because I just don’t physically or mentally ‘feel’ like a grandfather.

My personal connection with adoption began nearly 30 years ago. As my mentor, Dr.

Another birthday came and went last weekend, and I celebrated with family, meatballs, and a cof-fee cheesecake. As in the past, the two year olds were very entertaining, funny and so talkative.

As I write my first column of September, I, like many of you, am wondering where the summer went. I suppose I can no longer stay in denial, as I just bought my first container of pumpkin spice coffee creamer at the store today.

Last Thursday, it was too wet and muddy in the field to combine wheat, but according to Greg, it wasn’t too wet or muddy in the garden to harvest beets. This was partially motivated by the fact that in the Goodman family, pickled beets are in the top five of a list of favorite foods that also happen to be difficult or time consuming to make.

By Bob Simmons, CEO, Simmons Multimedia Diane has put up with me and my entrepreneurial desires for more years than she’d care to count, so I was jubilant when, during the holidays last year, she said that she would like to do her own project. I always knew she wanted to strike time she helped our friend, Mauri Roy, at her local coffee shop, The Perfect Blend. When I asked Di what her project was she exclaimed, “A WINE BAR!” Okay, so I don’t drink. Truthfully, can you imagine me intoxicated? Di occasionally imbibes, and when she does, it’s usually a glass of wine. My immediate concern was how I could support her in this endeavor. I don’t know anything about wine or the bar business, so all I can really offer is moral support and obviously expertise with her marketing. She did her research, came up with a business plan, and eventually a list of potential names - Sip Happens was chosen.

Newspaper, postal service partnership on the brink The United States Postal Service is a vital partner to newspapers. We pay them to provide a service, that is to deliver our print editions to every address in America.

It’s a coolish morning as I play catchup from a day off to go play. My friend, Linda, and I hit up the Fargodome Sunday evening for a Nate Bargatze show.

It was far past due, but I finally went out fishing with Grandpa Ole, as well as my great-uncle, Bill, and normal uncle, Loren, who is my dad’s (Jerry’s) brother. Loren and his lovely wife, Joni, have been in town these last few weeks from Hawaii, where they live year round (yes, we are all jealous).

Sunday afternoon, Ella and I were getting ready to head to Grand Forks for a Zach Bryan concert. She was putting on makeup, fixing her hair and agonizing over her multiple outfit, earring, and shoe choices while I was simply packing a bag because I was going to get ready later at our friend’s house.