Letter to LISD parents
Like most people, you probably have many financial goals: a comfortable retirement, long vacations, college for your children or grandchildren, the ability to leave something behind for the next generation, and so on. To achieve these various goals, you may have to follow different investment strategies – and you might have to make some tradeoffs along the way.
They tried ever so hard to make major league baseball’s opening day seem as normal as possible, for the radio listener or TV viewer anyway.
I have been traveling across Colorado at least once a year for the last 42 years. One of the U.S. Highways I frequent is U.S. 50. It runs east west from Lamar to Grand Junction. The road follows the Arkansas River back to its source near Salida.
My husband, Peter, is fascinated by hummingbirds. This year has been a difficult year for hummingbird watching as there has been a lot of competition at the feeder. First, the ants wouldn’t leave it alone. Then a bear smashed the feeder to bits. Right after Peter replaced the feeder, wasps found it. Peter gave up for a while and took the feeder down, replacing it with a fancy wasp trap that worked surprisingly well. Wasps were lining up to commit suicide in this hive-shaped contraption that Peter filled with sweet liquid. I had to conclude that wasps are not very smart.
COVID-19 has changed so many things for so any of us. I haven’t been able to see my dad (in a nursing home) for four months. My daughter is quarantining for two weeks before the birth of her baby, so we can’t see her family. My son lost his job. We are in a state of uncertains and unknowns about our youngest son starting college in less than a month.
Ed Sterling wrote this column for almost three decades, so let’s open by celebrating his contributions to the Texas Press Association and its members. Ed was the calm, steady voice keeping us informed and interested.
Until the mid-twentieth century, most American women had every right to sing “washday blues,” because one day each week – for most, the longest day – was committed to washing, hanging out, ironing and folding the family duds.
It’s my birthday this week. This is not normally cause for a big celebration and this year it is less than usual. Still, unlike my husband, Peter, I actually do celebrate my birthday. I don’t expect anyone else to celebrate—although it’s nice to know my parents remember I was born and still seem to think it was a good thing.
Going south from Twin Falls, Idaho on US 93 the tourist happens upon Jackpot, Nev., which is no more than a casino and gas station. From there on scenery is fairly uniform. Sagebrush and limited grass in the valleys, 9,000- to 10,000-foot mountains on either side miles apart with pines on the upper reaches, and no ranches or houses around.
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