Several dozen people gathered last Saturday in Monticello for a citizen workshop the Grassroots Iowa Network organized to get more everyday Iowans engaged in the political process. They spent the day …
No, it’s not the setup for a joke — it’s just another day at the Fort Madison Tourism Office. This week, I had the pleasure of meeting two very different groups who happened to stop …
Where have all the flowers gone? I'll take and tell you where a good chunk of the flowers have gone: two places, at the intersection of Highway 34 and the Henry-Des Moines County Line Road on …
One of the greatest things in the world is a road trip. What makes it even better is heading out with your brother and sister-in-law in a rented van and you get to drive. You know it’s going to …
People living in central Iowa received a wake-up call last week that should drag water-quality back in front of the state’s 3.2 million residents. Iowa’s largest water supplier, one …
People visit Fort Madison for all kinds of reasons — to watch the trains, follow the Great River Road, attend the Tri-State Rodeo, or dive into our many local festivals. But this week, …
As a mother, physician, and 24-year Army veteran, I’ve spent my life fighting for Iowa’s working families, and no group deserves our gratitude more than the seniors who built this …
Like a lot of people, I'd had some squamous cell carcinomas removed from my scalp. But in June, 2024, a red splotch, about the size of my fist, appeared on my forehead. It looked like a …
Father’s Day sneaked up on me this year. I don’t feel much like a father these days. I’ve done my “fatherly” work, whether sufficient or not, and internal Vandy statistics …
Jane Austen’s “Pride and Prejudice” focused on manners and goodness, two virtues sometimes forgotten today. Shortly before the novel was published, our Founding Fathers settled on …
In Fort Madison, we exude small-town charm with big-hearted hospitality. Whether you’re here for the river views, railfanning, festivals, or just passing through — you are welcome here. …
One of my first memories of Uncle Virgil was when my mother took me to see him and Auntie Florence on their farm between Nevada and Maxwell, Iowa. It was spring and, as we neared, we could see …
