Letter from the Editor

I took a trip down memory lane at a cousin’s graduation party in Grand Forks on Saturday. It was for Joseph Nowatzki, grandson of my great uncle, Bill Nowatzki, who many of you might know as a long time teacher at Edinburg School.

THE MORNING RUN:

Last week on Wednesday, we had water in our basement. Not from the 3.5 inches of rain we had gotten a few days prior, but from a broken pipe leading to our front water spigot.

The Third Rail

So this week’s musings will take a different tone. I was raised by parents who instilled in me from a very young age to never discuss politics all heard of the ‘Third Rail’ being used as a metaphor for subjects that are charged or untouchable.

THE MORNING RUN: Rhubarb season is here again!

Rhubarb season is here again! If you haven’t noticed yet, it’s rhubarb season. I love rhubarb.

1-800- Call Josh Plummer

I’ll admit it - I’m not as young as I once was. Like many of you who farm or own retail or service businesses, I do a lot of different things in our family’s operations.

Letter from the Publisher

I was just about ready to deliver my May baskets, and now it’s June! Maybe next year. I’m anxious for sun and warm temps.

Letter from the Editor

It’s been an exciting week here at The Borderland Press! Our new website has officially launched and can be found at https://www.theborderlandpress. com/ We are so happy to be able to provide such an easy way to access and sign up for your print or digital subscription.

THE MORNING RUN: Summer at The Twist

Now that the fun and games and celebrating of graduation are over, it’s time to settle into summer schedules and jobs. The recent discussion on Facebook regarding the pool staffing situation made me think back to when I was a teenager and the summer jobs I held. My first job was the farm.

Hotdog radio adventures

By Bob Simmons, CEO, Simmons Multimedia This week I’m in beautiful upstate New York in Tioga Springs attending the spring meeting of the International Broadcasters Idea Bank, which I’ve been a proud card carrying member since first being nominated for membership by a former boss back in 2004.

Letter from the Publisher

It’s a drippy day in the Borderland. Every spring I reach a point where I refuse to wear socks, even if I have to go home at the end of day and put on every sock I own because my feet are freezing.