Opinion

Super Sunday is only days away now, and I can’t wait for what should be a heck of a game.

The stockbroker ordered a salad and the rest of us thought he’d lost his mind, or that the waitress had laced our iced tea with L.S.D.

Every time I move, I say it’s the last time. And somehow I always seem to prove myself wrong.

Dillon Shije is soft-spoken and respectful in his conversations. He brushes off compliments on his college success with shy gratitude and moves deftly to give credit to tribal elders.

We’ll get to the politics of it in just a moment. First: I’ll never forget the day, nor will she: Her howls of delight, audible from the kitchen and across the den and down the center hallway and past the little sitting room and into the master bedroom, where someone had hoped to begin an afternoon nap.

There’s a saying in the West that when things get tough, you have to cowboy up. In Wyoming, the history of cowboys braving the elements to sustain ranches during subzero weather and fixing things on their own in the harsh landscape is ingrained in the people.

If the forecasters are to believed, Carroll County might get a foot of snow by the time you read this column. I won’t mind that too much.