Dear Folks: It’s been quite a while, I just realized the other day, since I wrote my weekly letter home from the war to my “folks,” which at that point was my parents, and the war was in Vietnam. My main goal then was to let them know how much fun it was to be… Read More

For much of the past two months you could have knocked, but chances are no one was available to answer the door at the New York Mills Dispatch. Due to a staffing shortage as a result of distance learning at the school we have not had regular office hours at the Dispatch. With students heading back… Read More

Most people have forgotten, but the Yurho brothers (Stinky, Pinball, and Coffee) used to go on some long drinking sprees. On this one in particular, they picked up Yank, their cousin, and the four of them  headed for Smut’s Bar in Boatville, where they started this particular binge. It was February, below zero out, so of… Read More

By Rod Bernu Special to the Dispatch In the 1930’s, before the invention of television and other distractions, it was common for farm families to spend their free time enjoying the simple things in life like family picnics, visiting friends and neighbors, and of course fishing. From the time I was a young boy, my parents let me… Read More

Once in a while, I get hold of a Reader’s Digest magazine which, although it usually is kind of sappy, does have new words and funny stories. In the issue I’m going to be quoting, there are several stories about smart people being dumb, or doing dumb things, or saying dumb stuff. First comes some classically dumb… Read More

To the Editor, Many of us were born and raised in rural communities or on small farms and continue to live and grow where we were planted.  There is something about the sunrise of a spring morning or the soft summer breeze that carries the scent of fresh mowed alfalfa that keeps us rooted here! We’ve grown… Read More