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What a turnaround the Olympics became in the world of hockey. I know they have been over for a while now but this is the first time I have had a chance to write about the bitter frustration that the US Men’s Hockey team faced as they were knocked out of the Olympics coming home with no medal at all.
By Tom Anselm
The Silver Tsunami…You may have heard the term. It refers to the historic, mind-boggling, record-breaking number of people who are now or will become seasoned citizens in the next few decades. Now why it’s called Silver rather than Golden, since this is supposed to be The Golden years, has much to do with hair color. So for me, it just as easily could be called The Balding Tsunami. But, forgive me, I digress. (And so early in the column!)
By Tom Anselm
It was a time just after the great bloodletting know as The Civil War that our region had it’s own separation of sorts, though without the mayhem and loss of life. Called “The Great Divorce”, the citizens of the City of St. Louis and St. Louis County voted to go their own ways, politically speaking.
This could be about a 10-page column on how impressed I am with the way that the American Athletes are handling themselves in Sochi. Every time that I think that I had gotten the perfect story for this week’s column I found a new one, so I am going to put them all together and see what I get.
By Sandra Olmsted
Director George Clooney’s timely The Monument Men chronicles the real-life adventure of the American lead effort to save the cultural history of Europe as the Allied Forces pursued the retreating Nazi army across the continent. According to The Monuments Men Foundation website, the Monuments Men were a force of about 345 men and women representing thirteen nations who were mostly “museum directors, curators, art historians, artists, architects, and educators. Their job description was simple: to protect cultural treasures so far as war allowed.”
By Lisa Kampeter
If you’re like me, when you think of a rooster, you think of crowing. You think of an annoying male chicken whose morning cry awakens even the heaviest of sleepers. You may even think of him strutting his stuff, marking his territory. Some may consider it romantic. He stands guard protecting his flock, crowing loudly if predators approach. I find it cocky, no pun intended.« Previous Entries Next Entries »