You'll see lots of the same old New Year's resolutions on patch.com, a website featuring "an innovative way to find out about, and participate in, what's going on near around you."
A total of 37 percent of people responding to a site poll said they resolved to Eat Better, Exercise More, and Spend Less Money.

There was no shortage of news- both good and bad- in Dodge County and across the region during 2017, and the stories and photos od decisions and events filled the pages of the DCI each week. In this edition of the DCI, we are recapping 2017 in a variety of ways. On the front page, we have the Top 10 news stories.

Over recent weeks, shots haven’t been falling for the Triton boys basketball team. Despite the issues, the Cobras have remained confident that they’re taking the right shots and they’ll eventually begin to fall.

Don Houseman just needed a little mentoring to open up as an artist.
The 1968 Kasson-Mantorville High School graduate was first inspired by longtime visual arts instructor Marilyn Fredrickson, who saw more in Houseman than his athletic ability. 

It was so cold, a record Dec. 27 low temperature of minus-36 was recorded in International Falls – “The Icebox of the Nation.” The city’s previous record of minus-32 was set in 1924.
It was so cold, car seats felt like sandbags if the poor cars were kept outside, and bright neon signs whimpered and went pale.
So cold, the temperature really didn’t matter anymore.

I’ll admit I have a bit of a problem. 
I’m not sure if everyone has this problem, but I tend to keep … everything. 
Throwing things away is hard sometimes, and other times I’m just lazy. But I really do have a problem with letting things go. 
Recently my mom and I decided it would be a good idea to actually go through my room, and organize my clothes and my desk. 
It took us the entire day. 

Sugarplums aren’t the only things dancing in my head this holiday season. As I gear up for another round of adventures with my college-aged children, visions of studying abroad and terroristic attacks are dancing through my head.

Jim, our good ol’ junior high physical education teacher, loaded a bunch of us kids onto the back of a pickup truck. The driver took us four miles out into the country east of Rochester, dropped us off, and left.
A few of the older kids asked Jim what in tarnation was going on.
“You can run, you can walk, you can crawl. I don’t care,” he said. “But you have to make your way back to school.”

Sugarplums aren’t the only things dancing in my head this holiday season. As I gear up for another round of adventures with my college-aged children, visions of studying abroad and terroristic attacks are dancing through my head.