By Bruce Wallace A few notes from the past few weeks: If you missed the Family of Christ Lutheran Church fish fry, you missed one outstanding meal. Not only was the fish, fries and slaw the best, they had the best help clearing plates I’ve seen in a few years. A young man tentatively approached
By Sen. Claire McCaskill When politicians’ egos and taxpayer money combine, you’re bound to get a bad result. Wasting taxpayer money is wrong, whether it’s a billion dollars or a single penny. And so, finding and cutting waste has been a passion of mine since I worked as Missouri’s State Auditor. I recently found one
I just can’t today. Normally, I try to write something that will inspire you or make you laugh out loud. Not today. Sometimes I write about local heroes in our community or our stellar schools. Nope and nope. Today is not one of those days. Today, my friends, I must confess that I am struggling.
The future is always something new we can dream about, never quite put our finger on and laugh at when it gets too crazy. Yes, I’m still waiting for the George Jetson Jet Pack 3600 with the Easy Landing options. Sure, it’s easy to laugh at what others might tell us the future might be.
Despite my well-earned reputation as a pathological attention seeker, my participation in high school musicals was limited to the relative anonymity of playing trombone in the orchestra pit. Although I was no stranger to the stage, having been a member of Hannibal High School’s studio jazz ensemble, a two-time performer at the annual talent show,
A few years ago I lost a very good friend. This friend had been, it seems, everywhere with me. This friend was with me when my wife said, “I do,” and was with me to hear my first born cry moments after she was born. This friend went with me to hear the crack of
Inscribed on the walls of the Temple of Apollo, where the Oracle of Delphi dispensed wisdom to the ancient Greeks, was the simple yet powerful directive, “Know Thyself.” It is difficult, if not impossible, to discover the absolute truth about many physical and spiritual phenomenon in the universe. But upon deep introspection, a person can
This will be, perhaps, the most controversial column I’ve written in the past 15 years. More controversial than my disdain for yip-yap dogs in favor of Labrador Retrievers. More controversial than my irritation at all things Chicago Cubs, and those who persist in rooting for them. More controversial than the time I noted that you
Detroit is synonymous with the automobile industry. Silicon Valley is famous for computer and technology jobs. Pittsburgh, steel. West Virginia, coal. Orlando, tourism. Milwaukee, cheap beer. Colorado…well, it used to be famous for its popular ski resorts. Every region in the United States seems to be linked to a particular industry. But what about mid-Missouri?
It is time to talk about ice cream, that luxurious, frozen, adds-weight-we-don’t-need, treat. First, let’s get a few things straight: 1) It is still basketball season – a winter sport, and we don’t typically eat ice cream during winter sports. 2) We have been setting records for warm temperatures here in mid-February, making it a