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· 10:36am June 30th, 2015
To the Editor, It is my understanding that the city council is entertaining a motion to ban golf carts from city streets. As owners of a golf cart we are pleased to use these streets to do our shopping in Vinton. However I do believe there should be rules to be followed. I think a drivers license should be required.
· 11:31am June 12th, 2015
On this day in history, well ok, so 18 years ago, we spent the day in the hospital, and the next few...but it was for a good cause, we were awaiting the arrival of our little girl. It was one of those births that make all the nurse's hair in the OB ward stand on end. We were a "lucky" minority that had the joy of bringing home our baby after some of the same complications had robbed other mothers of the same joy.
· 9:09am June 10th, 2015
Good husbands all know That a man sure had better When it comes to a wife’s birthday Not be a forgetter. As Shakespeare declared There’s no place in this world Or even the next Where such fury is hurled As that which is flung By a woman who’s scorned By a guy not recognizing The day his gal was born I’ve been in that place Once (well, more that) I forgot And I quickly began To regret it a lot So I wrote me a note On a bright yellow square To make sur...
· 11:16pm June 8th, 2015
Let's face it. I am sort of a pack rat. Now as anyone that is labelled as such will tell you, we don't think we are. My packratting is more in the kitchen gadget area, you know the things you buy, and think you will use, so you use them once and then put them in the cupboard. Or you need mint molds for graduation, can't find anyone with any, so you buy them, then there's the one time use wedding mint molds.
· 5:49pm June 6th, 2015
When I was a kid, my dad would take us out to a farm north of where we lived so that he could visit with his longtime friend John. John was one of these guys that LOVED to tell stories about “the good ol' days” when he and my dad would ride around together and have some fun. Usually a story about my dad's car with flames painted on the side would be discussed and how he out ran the cops.
· 9:19am May 26th, 2015
To the graduates of the Vinton-Shellsburg Class of 2015, and those who will celebrate with them today – and to those from Center Point-Urbana, Western Dubuque and any other place where the empty seats in gyms or auditoriums sit as stark reminders of the unimaginable horrors a community has suffered and survived: You deserve a graduation message more personal than “Two roads diverged in the woods,” more relevant than “Be the very best version of yourself” and more candid about the scars your crises have left tha...
· 10:05am May 5th, 2015
Yogi Berra said, or has been quoted as saying, “Little League baseball is a very good thing because it keeps the parents off the streets.” More recently, St. Louis Cardinals manager Mike Matheny, in between his retirement as a player and before he became the Cardinals' skipper, managed a youth baseball team.
· 12:50pm May 1st, 2015
Have you ever heard this jingle: Laugh, laugh. Thought I'd die. Die? That means funeral. Funeral? That means flowers. Flowers? That means money. Money? That means work. Work? ME WORK? Laugh, laugh... Raising kids has been one of those "experiments" that while we haven't always gotten it right, sometimes we just get it right and are amazed at how well the kids have turned out.
· 5:14pm April 29th, 2015
Thank you to all the people who came forward to offer prayers, assistance and support to the families of the victims, and to us, following the recent tragic accident. The Center Point-Urbana and Vinton-Shellsburg School districts' show of support was indeed touching. The setting may have been unusual, but the funeral service for Quentin, Triston, Hunter and Zoey was a loving, fitting and dignified tribute.
· 10:46am April 28th, 2015
It seems that I write too much about sleeping, or the lack of enough sleep. Maybe because, as the joke goes, "I'm sleeping like a baby...up every 2 hours." In my case it's usually up all night until the wee hours of the morning and then up in a couple hours when the hubby gets up.