I recently wrote a piece for Legacy.com about Rose Wilder Lane, and her lasting contribution to American politics and history. It's posted here:
http://www.legacy.com/ns/FullStory.aspx?StoryType=1&StoryID=17
There's some great clips and pics they've added to it, too.
Enjoy.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Thinking about Moving ... Again ...
Well, it looks as though we'll finally be in bigger space this weekend, having decided to sublease a townhome here in town. It's three bedrooms, close to campus, and gives us much more room to roam.
There's something sort of final about taking it, though. I had such high hopes that our house would sell and that we could move into a new place of our own, something we owned. Without that, though, we have fewer hopes at all that home ownership in Mankato will happen any time soon. It's tough to suck up, but we'll just have to go with it. Perhaps, if we can get the Wichita house rented, we can move forward.
Meanwhile, our new space will work out well for us.
There's something sort of final about taking it, though. I had such high hopes that our house would sell and that we could move into a new place of our own, something we owned. Without that, though, we have fewer hopes at all that home ownership in Mankato will happen any time soon. It's tough to suck up, but we'll just have to go with it. Perhaps, if we can get the Wichita house rented, we can move forward.
Meanwhile, our new space will work out well for us.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Sleeping in Seattle ...
That was not a typo, folks; just a fun play on words, meant to convey that in leaving town for five days, I was actually able to get good, sound sleep. Sleep is at a premium with cats, snorers, and blanket thieves storming our small hotel room at all hours of the night!
I just got back from Seattle, Wash., where I attended the annual American Journalism Historians Association conference. This year I served year two of a multi-year sentence--ahem, service--as registrar for the organization. From that perspective things went relatively smoothly. We had an excellent program, with many panel sessions devoted to my favorite research topic: women in media history.
I also met several friends I hadn't seen in some time, as well as the bevy of usual suspects I see at this conference every year. It was fun to catch up, talk shop, and visit. A big question for me focused on the recent move I made from Wichita State to Minnesota State.
I was not, however, chained to my desk the entire time I was there (just Wednesday and Thursday, which is when most people showed up). Friday afternoons at this conference are devoted to a local historic tour, and this year's tour took us through Seattle's Underground and around the harbor of Puget Sound. When I have a chance, I'll describe these for you all, because they were remarkable sites.
I also had a chance to eat fresh fish and chips at Pike's Market, take the monorail to the Space Needle, visit the Science Fiction Museum and Hall of Fame, and drink lots and lots of really excellent coffee. In fact, I think I have a caffeine hangover. Only one of those cups, however, came from Starbucks. I apparently just missed seeing the original, which is in the Pike's Market area, and had to settle for a mocha at a small shop just outside of Westlake Center, where I picked up the monorail.
No part of Seattle is "level" in the slightest. Do not be fooled by concierges or Seattle natives who tell you the six block walk to the monorail, or the harbor front, or anywhere else, is level. It's all up hill, down hill, and around a hill. Reminds me a lot of San Francisco. Or Saint Croix Falls, Wis. Without the harbor.
But, at any rate, I got good exercise getting out and seeing the sights.
And every night, slept soundly in my comfortable, quiet, cat-free room.
I just got back from Seattle, Wash., where I attended the annual American Journalism Historians Association conference. This year I served year two of a multi-year sentence--ahem, service--as registrar for the organization. From that perspective things went relatively smoothly. We had an excellent program, with many panel sessions devoted to my favorite research topic: women in media history.
I also met several friends I hadn't seen in some time, as well as the bevy of usual suspects I see at this conference every year. It was fun to catch up, talk shop, and visit. A big question for me focused on the recent move I made from Wichita State to Minnesota State.
I was not, however, chained to my desk the entire time I was there (just Wednesday and Thursday, which is when most people showed up). Friday afternoons at this conference are devoted to a local historic tour, and this year's tour took us through Seattle's Underground and around the harbor of Puget Sound. When I have a chance, I'll describe these for you all, because they were remarkable sites.
I also had a chance to eat fresh fish and chips at Pike's Market, take the monorail to the Space Needle, visit the Science Fiction Museum and Hall of Fame, and drink lots and lots of really excellent coffee. In fact, I think I have a caffeine hangover. Only one of those cups, however, came from Starbucks. I apparently just missed seeing the original, which is in the Pike's Market area, and had to settle for a mocha at a small shop just outside of Westlake Center, where I picked up the monorail.
No part of Seattle is "level" in the slightest. Do not be fooled by concierges or Seattle natives who tell you the six block walk to the monorail, or the harbor front, or anywhere else, is level. It's all up hill, down hill, and around a hill. Reminds me a lot of San Francisco. Or Saint Croix Falls, Wis. Without the harbor.
But, at any rate, I got good exercise getting out and seeing the sights.
And every night, slept soundly in my comfortable, quiet, cat-free room.
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