Opinion

Celebrating my heroes on Father’s Day

As much as I worry about technology changing what I consider to be the norm for today's young families, the transition of dads being more hands-on with the care of their children's' needs is truly the key to why this generation will show us baby boomers how it's supposed to be done.The days of dads not changing diapers or not knowing how to soothe a colicky baby are over. Real men have spit-up on their shirts, know the words to all the songs in "Frozen" and can not only cook dinner but will fulfill the promise of playing catch afterwards.Our daughters' husbands are my superheroes.

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Hail to the persistent pioneers and cottonwoods of Kansas

When the Kansas Legislature selected a state tree it chose the native cottonwood because its presence was synonymous with homestead success. The fast-growing trees require adequate moisture to grow, so a standing grove indicated crops were likely to succeed as well."It might honestly be said that the successful growth of the cottonwood grove on the homestead was often the determining factor in the decision of the homesteader to stick it out until he could prove up on his claim,” legislators reasoned in 1937.

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My Kansas town doesn’t hate immigrants enough

The Trump administration has put my town — the place my family and I call home — on its hit list for a thought crime.What horrible thing have the people of Lawrence and wider Douglas County done to deserve this fate? Apparently, we don’t sufficiently detest immigrants.Put questions of legal status aside. As we all know, it doesn’t matter to the hate-bloated buffoons in Washington, D.C., what papers a person has or doesn’t have.

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Precious memories of the Kansas wheat harvest as time spins onward

My high school class from South Haven has a group text where we share things going all the way back to a time when the world was so different than is the case today.Yes, that was longer ago than all of us probably want to admit, and my classmates and I have certainly been around the blocks of life between then, and now. I am often reminded of a classic Jim Croce song, “Photographs and Memories,” when I think of our group.Recently, one of my classmates posted that he was going to retire from farming and that this would be his last wheat harvest.

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