JIM FUGLIE: View From The Prairie — Missing Girlfriends, Drunks And Locked Doors
In the olden days, when I was a young reporter for The Dickinson Press, one of the assignments for the newsroom staff was to check with the Police Department every day to see if there was any news. We’d wander across the street to the station and take a look at the daily log. Once in a while, we’d happen upon …