Don Newbury: Down to the sea ... again
When best behaved, the Mississippi River is credited with great and wonderful things, including provision of a meandering route for cruise ships from New Orleans to the Gulf of Mexico.
Don Newbury: Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, I been thinking ...
Across the centuries, the name “Rachel” has fared well among favored first names. It currently ranks No. 79 among the top 4,200 most popular in the U.S., even though its literal meaning is “female sheep.” It dates back to the saintly Old Testament figure.
Don Newbury: Thoughts on driving a hard(ly) bargain
When one schedules multiple speaking engagements in a brief time span, travel plans must be executed with precision. Otherwise, one may weep, gnash teeth, become ill and question much — including, “Why me, Lord?”
Don Newbury: Where eyes still widen: visiting New Orleans
Back in the 1930s, a Lions Club — two hours by train from Dallas — faced a dwindling membership, largely because one of its members was so obsessed with “Big D” that he spoke of little else. Lions grew weary of his ramblings.
Don Newbury: Uncle Mort reaches the century mark in life
Properly planted and girded by embellished half-truths, rumors race across a community faster than the truth on roller skates. When a rumor-starting pro like my Uncle Mort sets ’em up, they move still faster, swelling and swirling with tornadic force.
Don Newbury: 100-year-old Uncle Mort joins the online world
Truthfully, it stands to reason that my Uncle Mort, who reached the century mark on Wednesday, would be busy with final party details. He’s been promising the ultimate in “whoop-te-doing” since last summer. Friends from far and wide are invited, all expecting a unique birthday observance.
Don Newbury: Lonely at the top for school district superintendents
Two mice, driven by drought from their farm cubbyhole, searched for jobs in the city. Finally, one bragged that he’d signed on for the next rocket to the moon.
Don Newbury: Is there a doctor in the house?
Back in the 1970s, when trails leading to doctoral degrees were longer and more treacherous, candidates danced to the tunes chosen by their dissertation committees. With few exceptions, this tribunal scowled, seemingly in a state of ongoing discontent.
Don Newbury: Hail on Earth can be a real beatdown sometimes
Jesus assures in St. Matthew that the gates of hell will never prevail against the church, but the Good Book is silent on protection from hail damage.
Don Newbury: Finding the attitude of the ‘can ’til can’t’ people
Most communities — all of ’em, except a few so small that their coming in/going out city limit signs are nailed to the same post — are blessed by folks whose productive engines continue to chug.
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