• Rattlesnake Under His Dad’s Hat

    The Brockelsby name is legendary in Rapid City, though many residents might not immediately recognize it. Impossible to miss, however, is the glass-domed building on Highway 16 — a popular tourist attraction for decades, and the family’s enduring legacy. Earl Brockelsby founded Reptile Gardens in 1937. Born on the dusty plains of Kadoka, a stone’s…

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  • Cups for Pups

    One of my friends posted a photo on Facebook last week after he’d stopped by his local coffeeshop for a morning pick-me-up. Not just for he and his wife, but for their dogs, too. Apparently, it’s trendy now for coffeeshops to serve Frappuccinos for dogs. Starbucks has a Puppuccino, and other places have followed suit.…

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  • (500) Days of Winter

    Just as I was walking out the front door this morning after kissing Tara goodbye, she glanced down at my feet and remarked, “Interesting shoes.” Well, shit. She might as well have said, “Are you really going out in public wearing those?!” because it certainly didn’t sound like a compliment, but rather a polite way…

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  • Things That Go Thump in the Night

    Yesterday was the second anniversary of Doris’s death. You might recall, she was the previous owner of the home we bought in 2019. We learned later that she died in the middle of the kitchen. While that’s a little unsettling, I can’t say we ever feel her presence. There have been a couple of unusual…

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  • Twenty Bucks-are-near

    I’ve never been a Tom Brady fan, per se. But his athleticism and skill won me over years ago. Even I, a lifelong Broncos fan, have to admit he’s the GOAT. He’s simply got too many rings on too many fingers to argue otherwise. So, when my dad proposed a bet on this year’s Super…

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  • Double? Trouble.

    You might recall how thrilled I was to have Tara writing an article for the spring issue of Ye Olde Publishing Company’s parenting magazine. But when she had me look over a rough draft last night, my excitement turned to despair. Not because she had left any participles dangling or mispelt werds. My wife is…

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