The clock says 6:08 a.m. The thermometer says –10°F. The dark sky says, "Go back to bed."
And out my window, out on the frozen lake, I see a pair of headlights beaming toward an ice shack.
Either the recession has hit that guy's grocery budget hard, or he really, really loves ice-fishing.
Guest column: Bob Mercer’s important role in Pierre - This guest column was written by Noel Hamiel, a retired editor and publisher of numerous South Dakota newspapers, including Yankton and Mitchell newspapers...
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