Mother Nature knows no deadlines

HAPP-ENINGS | MICHAEL HAPP - PUBLISHER

I literally sprinted down main street in Elm Creek.

It was August, it was hot, and that week’s edition of the Elm Creek Beacon-Observer was sitting on the dock at the post office. Unfortunately for me, the postal tags for the tubs the paper was sorted into—little pink slips with barcodes that instruct the postal service where to send each tub— were sitting on the counter at my office a block away.