The state motto in Kansas is perfect, an encapsulation of our state, its roots and its people. As I said in this space a year ago, it’s all about the “through”: “To the stars, through difficulty.”
Q: How is it that you keep expressing concern about Usha Reddi serving in the Kansas Senate and on the Manhattan City Commission, yet you say nothing about Jeff Underhill serving in the Kansas House and on the Junction City Commission? Is it because Jeff is a Republican, or because he is a m…
It takes a special kind of person to teach middle school. Kids at that age are a complete mess – wildly socially insecure, overwhelmed by a surge of hormones, unsure of who they even are. And they’re supposed to learn algebra, and the significance of the Spanish Armada, and how to untangle a…
As we enter into a new year, the U.S. Department of Agriculture team at the National Bio and Agro-Defense Facility, or NBAF, here in Manhattan is excited for what’s ahead.
I was climbing the long concrete stairway beside section 6 at Bramlage Tuesday night, ears ringing, slightly hoarse, reveling. Damn, I thought, I need to call Dad. But I couldn’t, and I can’t, and the notion that I never could again made my eyes sting.
On the one hand, there’s an obvious parallel: Turns out Joe Biden had possession of classified documents at his house and his private office, after he had left the government, just as Donald Trump did.
There sure was a lot of recent froth on social media about K-State’s ranking in basketball. That spilled over into at least one sign at Bramlage Tuesday night, where somebody mugged for the camera with a sign that said “Bias Again in AP Poll.”
Somebody asked me the other day what was going to change, now that my dad is gone. They meant it in the professional sense — in other words, how was our business going to change? How is The Mercury going to change?
Editor’s note: Former Kansas Attorney General Bob Stephan died this week at 89. Two years ago, Mercury columnist Mike Matson interviewed Stephan as part of the Kansas Oral History Project. This column was first published in the Merc November 1, 2020.
Of course I can’t blame Deuce Vaughn, and I of course wish him the best. Like all K-State fans, I feel privileged to have gotten the chance to watch him these last three years. Pure joy, on the field and off.
Usha Reddi might very well be the best pick among local Democrats as a state senator. She’s certainly prepared for the job. I’m not saying she’s the only one, I’m just saying she’d be a reasonable choice, if that’s what the Dems want to do.
My long-awaited visit to see the Plum Island Animal Disease Center, or PIADC, firsthand in November reminded me just how critical their work is to protect our country’s livestock and agricultural economy.
Christmas is often seen though two contrasting frameworks — a commercialized spending frenzy on the one hand, or the joy, peace and timelessness of the receiving of divine gifts on the other.
The weekend paper included a piece by Ralph Russo, the Associated Press’s college football writer, previewing the major bowl games. It’s worth contemplating, even if you’re not interested in football.
Don’t get me wrong: I’m all for bringing big employers here. And there’s really none bigger than Scorpion, the outfit that’s going to run a 500-job pharmaceutical plant on the Pottawatomie County side of Manhattan.
There’s something comforting about the State Street zigzag lights. I suppose it’s the warm embrace of familiarity — and what it says about community.
Congress is considering a bill intended to help local newspapers like the one you’re reading. That’s certainly welcome and important. I have a better idea, but since it’s unlikely to get passed, I’m going to encourage passing this one.
The fact that Congress has just passed federal protection for same-sex marriages reflects a profound shift in public opinion in the past decade.
A tour-bus operator hauling a bunch of us to see the Mayan ruins at Chichen Itza last week made us stop at a jewelry store. Also in front of a particular hotel bar, and a tequila shop. Everybody’s getting paid, it’s fair to assume.
There’s something particularly instructive about the Will Howard story. That’s because it teaches the rest of us — me, in particular — a little humility.
A few observations after a week away with my in-laws. We traveled together to an all-inclusive resort near Cancun, meaning we spent most of our time lounging beside pools and beaches, guzzling down things with names like Coco Loco, El Diablo and, of course, cerveza.