Jeremy Fugleberg

Who makes the best chislic in Sioux Falls? This man is on a quest to find out. Tom Douple is on a quest. But he's sly about it as he slides up to a high-top table at TommyJack's Pub in …

HUDSON – Everybody agreed: It wasn’t supposed to go like this. The Southeast Area Pink Ladies dart team’s usual Wednesday nights at Waddy’s Bar involved darts, beer and 60-cent wings. Not this Wednesday. As a cold rain fell, the group …

Everyone wants to be No. 1. This goal is what powers a unique, hidden economy, one that churns out praise in return for attention: city rankings. So are these rankings true?

Pheasant hunting season was once a homespun South Dakota tradition. But increasingly it is a commercial enterprise, one that comes with a dark side: sex trafficking and pop-up strip clubs that cater to hunters here for a good time. The …

Here, the color of money is orange – blaze orange. Here, in just a few months, hunters – mostly out-of-state hunters – will infuse millions of dollars into what would otherwise be an economy struggling with all the woes of …

Ian Dixon turned to make a point, and there was the gun. It didn't fit. This was supposed to be a business meeting. Instead, here was Tobias Ritesman, head of Global Aquaponics, wielding a firearm while talking about starting his …

Roads might seem like bland public works projects, made of concrete, asphalt, gravel and dirt. But they are not. No other type of construction so mirrors the human existence, with all its paradoxes. No other piece of civil engineering so …

The pedicab's open-air back seat serves as an impromptu confessional. It's a place where riders can open up about politics, their dreams and disappointments to someone they may never see again. “Twenty dollar counselor, right? Short-term therapy" ...

It's hard out here for a historian. Herman Rueger, in a tri-corner hat and breeches, is trying to talk about the history of Cleveland, but keeps getting upstaged by Alex Jones, Roger Stone, Geraldo Rivera and Bikers for Trump and …

Two groups you'd never expect to sit down together and talk: the NAACP and the KKK. But when the NAACP in Wyoming asked for a meeting, they got one. Journalist Jeremy Fugleberg was there, and tells host Michel Martin more …

When bullets cut down the Rhoden family, that one night in Pike County, they did more than lop off part of a family tree. They cut into the county’s soul.

The village has survived competition from other river towns, the end of the steamboat era and a string of devastating floods. The ‘97 flood drained Neville, but red ink drowned it. On March 15, the village faces its latest and …

On a small island, word gets around. Not many days before, a single bomber carrying a single bomb – an atomic bomb – had taken off from nearby Tinian and flown over Saipan. Destination: Hiroshima. A few days later, another …

In front of a darkened karate dojo in a Symmes Township strip mall stands a tall, thin young man. Alec Toelke had to come. Here, in the rain. A pilgrimage.

The metal-plated Purple Heart insignia attached to the side of the Harley vibrates as the biker guns his motorcycle up U.S. Highway 16. He’s a “prospect,” amid his probationary period to becoming a full-fledged member of the Hells Angels Motorcycle …

Turning now to escalator news, specifically Wyoming escalator news. ... The argument goes like this: Why should a state with only two escalators get two senators?

George Gill hands over the never-published photos of the infant he calls Chiquita. Her fine blond hair arches over her wrinkled, leathery skin. Her arms are wrapped around her, a tiny mouth frozen in an “O.” If she once had …

A tiny mummy found in the Pedro Mountains in Wyoming stumped scientists for decades.

Hang a left off the highway asphalt near Sharm el-Sheikh, turn away from the warm sea lapping against Egypt’s Sinai Peninsula, and head into the desert hills. Now you’re on sand packed from the wheels of a million four-wheel motorbikes …

The two prospectors were looking for gold, and a shot of dynamite seemed like a good start. It was summer 1934 in Central Wyoming. Cecil Main and Frank Carr set a charge in a gulch at the foot of a …