For Idaho Students, an Annual Ritual Four hundred and twenty-eight of Idaho’s most distinguished young scholars and historians gathered on April 6 at The College of Idaho in Caldwell for an exhibition and contest called National History Day
Man’s Other Best Friend Story and Photos by Les Tanner This story is offered free in its entirety for the first part of May. This is about a cat. Just an ordinary cat. He hasn’t performed any heroic
Because Something’s Not Right By Les Tanner A couple of days ago, as I was at home in Caldwell watching a bunch of villains in an old western chase a stagecoach, shooting a zillion bullets in no particular
Story and Photos by Les Tanner The early afternoon sun shining through bare limbs casts thin shadows on the browning lawn. Sparrows flit back and forth between the sheltering branches of an evergreen and the ground below. The
Tension Tied with Integrity Story and Photos by Les Tanner What’s this thing?” I asked. I had glanced at the object and was about to move on until I realized it deserved a second look. “Interesting, isn’t it?”
Have They Made Me Lose It? Story and Photo by Joseph Zahnle Our Caldwell neighborhood is overloaded with squirrels, and once they found out we had birdfeeders, it was a frenzy in our backyard. I’ve never cared much
One Slow Winter By Les Tanner A Boise television station’s evening newscast last March contained a short piece about the efforts of the Mathematics Club at The College of Idaho to set a record for possible entry into
A Procrastination Primer By Les Tanner Like so many people these days, quite a bit of my time is spent sitting here at the computer. The computer sits on a desk. Also sitting on the desk are various
At Least It Wasn’t Eighty-Three By Les Tanner Several years ago, I recounted in these pages my chagrin at having been greeted, “How are things going, old timer?” by a couple of whippersnappers in their thirties, during a
Stuff You Probably Didn’t Know Story and Photos by Les Tanner I’ve been a fan of butterflies ever since I was a kid. My dad was a fan, too. But it was a self-taught biologist and author, Vinson
