June 3, 2023
We’ve go a whole bunch of leftovers from earlier this month: What a great weekend of rodeo, seeing friends and watching our community continue to grow. That’s right, while you’re watching Cowboys saddle up and compete, I see dollars rolling in and scholarships being awarded, youth sports being organized and so much more. The Saddle
Katy Trail Diplomacy I made a new friend the other day: A black, French, Muslim woman who recently arrived from Paris. (That sound you just heard was Donald Trump’s head exploding.) I could think of no better way to introduce Joie (named changed to protect her privacy) to the America I love than going for
Easy answer not best solution In the classic Sci-Fi novel “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy,” an alien visiting Earth names himself Ford Perfect – based on the assumption that cars are the dominant form of life on this planet. It’s an understandable mistake. Even in Southern Boone County, we are discovering that we don’t
Naughton Fatigue Syndrome by Travis Naughton Summer in Southern Boone County marks a reprieve from school for educators and students. It is also a chance for educators, students, and the general population of the area to get a reprieve from Travis Naughton. During the summer months, most folks in and around Ashland are able to
Clothes don’t make the American by Bruce Wallace After a long Tuesday of putting the paper together, picking it up in Jefferson City and getting my reliable inserting/labeling crew to work, I was off to pick up some quick Chinese food for a late dinner in front of the Olympics. While waiting in line at
by Travis Naughton While watching coverage of the Rio Olympics, I couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgic about my own glorious Olympic moment that occurred twenty years ago. No, I didn’t compete in Atlanta, Georgia like the rest of the athletes in 1996. Instead, I showed off my skills from the comfort of my
by Bruce Wallace For so many years, I have written this column, It’s My Nickel, never once considering writing about ….. Nickels. Once in a while after another oh-for-four night on my baseball team, my dad would tell me, “At the plate you’re not worth a plug nickel – but I’ll still take you for
by Travis Naughton I guess I was about ten or eleven when my folks got divorced. My wife was only a baby when her parents split up. Some of the memories I have from the time before my parents’ marriage fell apart are warm and fuzzy, but most of them are just fuzzy. Bethany, of
by Bruce Wallace The pure excitement of a new, stand-alone McDonald’s with a double-window drive-thru — that’s right, you heard me, a drive-thru to take your money and a drive-thru to hand you your food – is almost too much to be believed. OK, there’s as much sarcasm in that opening paragraph as there is
By now, I’m certain you’ve grown weary of reading about all of the misfortunes that have befallen the Naughton family on our many R.V. adventures. As a favor to you, loyal reader, I will not write about the fact that we were able to run our roof-top air conditioner for a grand total of only
