By Anonymous
I got into the elevator at work the other day- the same elevator in the same building around the same time as I do every wk day. But this day was different, because I heard a NICE story. Even some of the same people were in the elevator. Namely, a youngish white guy in gray suit, looking a little bit angry. As usual, rock and roll was bullying its way out his headphones…
In Canada, the U.K. and Australia, today is Remembrance Day, formerly Armistice Day. Thanks to a NM friend from the U.K., we learned that on the 11th hour of the 11th day of November, 1918, the guns fell silent in Europe, signaling the end of World War I. And, from that point forward, the day has always been remembered in honor of the fallen.
We all support and are forever indebted to our war veterans, past and present. So, thank you, all of you, for your loyalty and courage and for making our country everything that it is today…
Here’s a fan letter written to singer/songwriter, Freedy Johnson…
We like it best when people rise up and take matters into their own hands. No, we’re not advocating for the creation of militias and rogue states; we are, however, advocating for Jen Gash of Nashville, Tennessee and her decision to find beds for Moldova’s orphans.
The Back Fence section of Portland’s Oregonian was brought to our attention by one of our loyal readers in the Northwest. We regularly scan it for great stories and couldn’t resist the first post on today’s page. Sometimes our children are our best ambassadors.
Wow. I’d never been to a Marathon before, and what an experience it was. If you’ve never gone out to root on runners in your local road race before, I highly recommend it. If you can make it, I’d further recommend the NYC race…
By Anonymous
It was the over-the-top, embrace of a lifetime. A “surprise” birthday party with no detail unattended and no expense spared. The best liquor flowed all night, along with rain, Tahitian dancers, a pro comedian, a big-name diva and a celebrity band. Fab vacations and dinners went to holders of lucky numbers. Mountains of birthday gifts spilled from tables…
By Anonymous
Up late, the night before the election I watched on television a replay of the challenger’s last campaign rally in a Midwestern state. More than 50,000 supporters cheered. A rock star stood in the background as the last breath of hope from the challenger floated into the autumn night…
