A charismatic and outspoken man standing on a stage in Western Europe addresses a large audience comprised of far-right politicians. “Let them call you racist. Let them call you xenophobes. Let them call you nativists. Wear it as a badge of honor, because every day we get stronger and they get weaker!” The crowd demonstrates
You may not realize it, but there is a battle for you and your family you might not know about. No, it’s not about politics and the Republicans vs the Democrats – I know it seems as though EVERYTHING has to be political….but this is not. It’s not even something as critical as Cardinals vs
Entitled. Lazy. Disrespectful. These are just a few of the words I’ve heard “grownups” use to describe kids these days. “Those darn Millennials,” an angry, old crank might say, “They don’t know how to do anything but snap selfies and eat Tide Pods. What those kids need is…” How would you finish that sentence? What
Among my many annoying habits is that I often have a thought come to mind, which I need to communicate to someone else, I tell them as soon as it pops into my head. Never mind that my wife, the bookkeeper for the Journal, doesn’t need to be reminded that federal payroll taxes are due
The following is a column I wrote for the September 17, 2014 edition of the Journal. In light of the renewed interest in the idea of arming teachers, I humbly re-submit my thoughts on the subject: In addition to being gifted educators, the amazing teachers in the Southern Boone school district are also compassionate nurturers.
It took 18 days to get the Winter Olympics to complete every slide, end, jump and flip off the half-pipe. George Frederick Handel wrote his famous Messiah in a third less time. Great works of art – Monet’s water lilies for instance – have been created in less time. The local library expects us to
You may recall reading a column I wrote a few years ago about Shelly and Wes Sconce, two of the best human beings you’ll ever meet. I’ve known Wes since our freshman year at Mizzou, way back in 1990. Wes was the one guy in our dorm who could never be persuaded to join me
Last Wednesday’s Florida school shooting can no longer be called an “unimaginable horror.” If fact, such massacres have become very imaginable. Tragically, they have become very predictable horrors. A predictable tragedy that the United States people and its leadership has seemingly been content with as a tradeoff for its Second Amendment rights – until now.
I was a seventeen-year-old, trombone-playing band geek when George H. W. Bush was elected president of the United States in 1988. In the eight previous years, the benefits of Ronald Reagan’s “trickle-down economics” never managed to trickle-down to the Naughton family of Hannibal, Missouri, so I was less than enthusiastic about the prospect of entering
It’s Winter Olympics time and this past weekend I got to see Huck, our Boston Terrier, compete in the short track speed skating. On weekend mornings, it is typical that I rise around 6:30 a.m., make the coffee, get the breakfast goodies out and ready to make breakfast then feed the dog. As Huck prefers