I was at the checkout magazine rack, too cheap to buy, yet eager to learn how Angelina Jolie is going to balance celebrity, saving the world, motherhood and photo ops.
Baseball, to me, is still the great American pastime. So many of my memories from childhood revolve around playing baseball in the side yard with my sisters and brother or fielding a team with lots of cousins in the wide open grassy area near my Aunt Dee’s pond.
Does the pre-election mud hit you like it hits me? Not a soft, warm variety that makes me ready for the spa, this mud is cold and slimy, and I have some homework to do to get polished up in time to vote.
The next afternoon after this tragedy, a beautiful autumn day, I was pleasantly surprised to come home and find our little Amish neighbor girls, Anna and Lizzie, here in our back yard, picking up walnuts as we had told them they were welcome to do.
Show me the contents of a person’s wallet and I’ll outline their life. My skinny wallet, for example, holds just two credit cards (likes convenience, hates consumer debt), a grocery store discount card (cheapskate), a driver’s license, voter’s registration card and fishing license (name, address, age, dull life) as well as a blood donor card (O Positive).
In a perfect world, we’d never print another article like Tony Nicoletto’s page one story about his miraculous recovery from a farm accident.
We are (too) fast approaching yet another 30-something birthday and let me assure you the new has worn off.
When I think back to my trick-or-treating days as a kid, my memories strike a contrast with the door-to-door invasions we think of today.
Dianne Shoemaker and I have been sharing this Dairy Channel column since 1997, I think. That’s a total of about 130 Dairy Channel articles for each of us.
Tragedy. The nerve-jarring news of any school tragedy is difficult to take in. But the horror in an Amish school house in a bucolic part of the world where violence is nonexistent proved to be more than we could grasp.