Our street has become a parking lot. That's what it is.

Midnight. I've got strange people in front of my house. I've got people sizing up my property all the time looking in. It makes me nervous.

Jean has met the criteria for this award over and over again - that's been proven.

Without family and faith, I don't know what I'd be doing.

At least every couple of months I go to Fergus Falls. I don't know how I'd do that if it weren't for the bus. I'm happy to have it. People need a little help with these things. The drivers have all been good and are pleasant.

In some respects, it seems like it is slow, but I think as time goes on, it's getting more and more like he would have wanted it to be.

I've tried to get similar food other places, especially the lasagna and garlic bread. You can't. It just doesn't work.