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Commenter: Nan BarlowWe have become a culture that wants everything whether we can pay for it or not. Our government also follows this cavalier philosophy. These young adults feel they are entitled to NOT meet their financial obligation, adopting a "poor pitiful me" attitude. In my day, no one went to college unless they could pay for it! This meant delaying the educational opportunity by working first, or working days and going to school nights. In my case, I could never afford to go to college until now. I am 67 and a college student – something I have waited a lifetime to become! I am a straight A student and grateful for every class I am able to take. There is no free lunch, not now or ever! That’s life kids.

Bruce’s tractor was on the blink. Either the transmission or the linkage was fouled. “I’ve checked it thoroughly,” he told his wife and kids, “I’d better call Mr. Lanham.”

With solo pianist Dick Hyman Dick Hyman is a true national treasure whose career includes a nearly encyclopedic output of more than 100 albums, ranging from original piano and orchestral works to interpretations of classic American music, ragtime, and variants of stride piano. The 90-year-old pianist is rumored to never miss a note, and while that in no way defines his art, the rumor’s mere existence in the context of such demanding music speaks volumes of his technical mastery. Hyman was featured on the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra with Wynton Marsalis’ latest album, Handful of Keys, and these intimate solo performances at Dizzy’s Club are a perfect opportunity to see the master perform some of America’s greatest music up close and in person.

Years later, in 1909, they were also part of the night rescue of the Alpena, an American schooner in distress six nautical miles off Nobbys, that led to the US President, William Taft, awarding the lifeboat crew gold medals. 

Commenter: JohnMy story is the same as most here. An honest victim to a corrupt lending system. The less i write the better.

We weren’t above buildin’ a fire near by to slip up to when our fingers turned to frozen hot dogs. I’d stand by the flame ‘til the rubber on my overshoes started steamin’ and my toes tingled. But today things are different. Cowboys have benefited from NASA and the Hi-Tech ski clothing industry. I go outside on a beautiful 20° mornin’ and spend all day in my insulated coveralls and moon boots. Wonderful waterproof moon boots with hard rubber soles and hard rubber toes. Step on me, drop anvils on my feet, stand me in one place for an hour and my toes are still toasty and safe. They are an invention as radical as round bales, insecticide ear tags and affirmative action.

Elias pulled a bowling ball out of a gift box and rolled it into Lashley’s nuts. Elias pulled a cello out of another gift box and slammed it over the back of Lashley before pinning him. After the match, Elias poured a bowl of eggnog onto Rush at ringside…

As Terry stood at an angle emptying twenty pounds of New Mexico soil out of his boxer shorts, he pointed out the flaws in Dad’s plan.

“You can’t hold a download in your hand,” Stepp said. “The physical nature of owning something tangible is a big deal.”

Voice Cult: Sing. Connect. Express. Heal. Singing together can be closer than touching. ::::: About Voice Cult ::::: ON the first Saturday of every month at House of Yes, we ask you to travel from near and far, and to bring your voice to us. You have been singing since the beginning of time. We connect, align, vibrate, express, process, remember, forget, wish, apologize, forgive, go into altered states, heal ourselves and each other, flee, find, talk to dead grandfathers, lure each other into love, become our own mothers, and paint the room with iridescence. And frequently we have no idea what the hell we are doing, which is okay too.

A big bunch are young people who grew up around feedlots or horseshoers, rodeos, small farms or sale barns. They gravitate to bein’ a feedlot cowboy. Some are naturals. They have cow savvy and a good eye. They put in their apprenticeship and work their way up to be the cattle foreman or manager someday.

That evening you get unloaded into a feedyard with strange tasting water and something in the bunk that smells like old lawn clippings. Next morning Bobby Benson and the B Bar B Riders drive you and your siblings to a processing area. You’re too tired to care. (Imagine, if you will, getting down on your hands and knees with your barber behind you and your cattle buyer in front. Everybody’s lined up nose to wallet! Every time you back up to breathe some fresh air, somebody jabs you! Then they trap you in this big noisy contraption, give you an injection (for your own good), stick things in your mouth, your nose and your ears.