Saturday will mark the 72nd anniversary of one of the darkest days in America’s history — the attack on Pearl Harbor on Dec. 7, 1941. The attack came just before 8 a.m. and struck the American Navy Base at Pearl Harbor, near Honolulu, Hawaii. In minutes a picture-perfect paradise became every solider’s nightmare.
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I feel it’s my duty to shine the spotlight on the one Christmas movie that constantly gets overlooked: “Die Hard.”
Each year, toy makers pull out all the stops to come up with Christmas hits. In this techno-savvy society where toddlers can operate cell phones and computers better than the average adult, the bar is set high to design something new and exciting.
When I first came to Sherman, I heard a rumor of a lake. From what I understood it was in the middle of downtown and the hub of society. However, finding no evidence that such a lake existed, I surrendered the idea to nostalgic nonsense.
Welcome to the “happy holidays” season. In case you’re wondering, that’s different than the holiday season, which is loosely defined as Thanksgiving-ish through Christmas-ish.
With the last bite of turkey and last spoonful of dressing, Thanksgiving has come and gone once again. With its passing, come the telltale signs that Christmas is on its way, yet again.
It seems like every year stores and shoppers get in a bigger and bigger fizz over Black Friday sales. It’s gone so far now that some stores are open part or all of Thanksgiving Day! At this point, Grandma might as well forget the turkey and just toss energy bars to her family members as they’re running out the door and headed to the stores … that is, if they even manage to make it to Grandma’s house in the first place.
Countless turkeys are going to be eaten across the country this Thanksgiving. But one lucky turkey was able to escape that end Wednesday morning thanks to the tradition of the presidential turkey pardoning.
A very successful Denison physician, who came to Denison in March 1881, never knew of the importance of infant boy that he delivered nine years later.
Shopping, to put it kindly, is not my bag. It’s overwhelming for me to enter any store that sells more than six products. I lack the innate understanding of which store corner a person must venture toward to find a specific product. Whatever generic map most people have in their heads, I sorely lack.