The history site, on-this-day.com says that in 1950 on this day, the American Associated Insurance Companies, of St. Louis, MO, issued the first baby sitter’s insurance policy.
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The internet is a great source of information on how to improve your life, however it can be distressing when the information you find says the life you’re living isn’t healthy. Ergh.
My wife and I have reached back several decades and joined a growing number of modern music lovers using old technology to listen to current tunes. For Christmas we received a record player.
One of the things I most like to read is magazine articles. One of my favorite types of magazine articles is the kind that tells me, and other women around the world, what we should have in our closet for the upcoming season. I say upcoming because fashion editors always work at least one, but most likely two, seasons ahead of everyone else.
No matter what political ideology you call your own, I think there’s one thing to which we should all agree: The State of the Union speech is well past its sell-by date.
Since apparently we, the writing staff at the Herald Democrat, are now using this space to lobby for new places to eat, I must say that I would approve Ann’s request for a Waffle House, but only if I get a La Madeleine.
On the day when the nation’s mind is on one of the biggest social changes in its history, it’s worth discussing how we continue the changes Martin Luther King Jr. advanced. And to begin that discussion, I’d like to talk about the Christopher Nolan movie “Inception.”
I’m going to use this Good Morning column to address a pressing issue affecting the area that I think deserves more attention: There are NO Waffle Houses in Texoma!
When I was a little kid my grandfather had a hollow cow horn with a mouth piece on it that he would blow on when it was time to feed the cattle. He would blow on that horn, making a loud noise, then yell, “Here cows.” I would sit in amazement as, after a few minutes, the cows would come running from the farthest reaches of the pasture.
We are all doomed to become our parents.