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Saturday, April 14, 2012

By JIM ZBICK

jzbick@tnonline.com

The sinking of the Titanic is a story that has captivated people around the world for 100 years.

A century ago, persons were not that shocked by grim casualty numbers. A decade before the Titanic perished beneath the waves of the Atlantic, Mt. Pelee, the volcano that looms on the French Caribbean Island of Martinique, erupted and over 40,000 were killed.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

JIM:

Maybe it's that my folks had kids relatively late in life, after the Great Depression and WWII were behind them and when they were already in their forties. Or maybe it just came naturally to me. Whatever the reason, I was a sissy when I was a kid - and the Fifties was no decade for sissies. This was the Cold War at its most frigid. Nuclear war often seemed just a push of the button away. We kids did "duck-and-cover" drills at school, while our parents priced fallout shelters.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

One news item on the lighter side getting a lot of attention this week is headlined: What age are we happiest?

How would you answer that question?

I tried answering the question before I clicked on the web site to see the results of the recent study. It was a fun question to ponder. (So much better than why do I owe so much income tax.)

At first, I thought my answer would be the magical time when I held our first-born child in my arms.

I was so intrigued by that little bundle of joy that I wouldn't put her down even when she was sleeping.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

One day in late March of 1912, a small girl walked into the newspaper office in Tamaqua, and asked if she could have a notice posted in the paper in behalf of all the small children in her school.

She handed the reporter a scrap of paper with this brief message: "The scholars of Miss Reif's room are on strike."

It was signed by nine other girls, all between the ages of 8 and 10.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Each month I try to attend a Day of Reflection in a neighboring county.

Normally, there are around 15 to 20 of us who attend. This month, there were so many they ran out of chairs. The director noted the huge attendance was due to the topic: The Two Halves of Life.

I was more than interested in the subject because I had just written a column about what we lose and what we gain in the second half of life.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

I'm convinced that Olive Garden is a culinary dividing line.

There are those who love the place, especially the breadsticks. And then there are those who despise it, calling it phony Italian, microwaved food.

For some, a trip to Olive Garden is a special treat. But others say the place is a fraud because the food is unlike anything served in Tuscany, contrary to the restaurant's promises.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Easter egg hunts are one of those spring time events that one looks forward to as a child almost as much as Christmas sometimes.

The excitement of seeing brightly colored eggs scattered across the field or on a hillside and the eagerness of waiting for some lucky adult to give the signal to "GO!" can bring out the child in almost everyone again.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

This morning as I was watching "Good Morning America," I heard this snippet about President Obama's statement he made at The Associated Press luncheon about the use of a word former Massachusetts Governor Mitt Romney said to describe Paul Ryan's budget. The word was "marvelous."

Saturday, April 7, 2012

By DEN MCLAUGHLIN

dmclaughlintnonline.com

Some Saturday humor.

A man hands the teller at his bank a withdrawal slip for $400. He says, "May I have large bills, please". The teller looks at him and says, "I'm sorry sir, all the bills are the same size."

Saturday, April 7, 2012

By BOB URBAN

rurban@tnonline.com

My good friend, Jack, who lives out of state, emailed me several weeks ago.

He was hurting.

He informed me that he had to put his dog down the day before, and he was in agony over the decision. The pet he had was 12 years old, and had become a bonifide member of the family throughout those years.

But age, and ailments, had caught up to him, and that necessitated Jack to play God, and decide on putting the dog out of his misery. It was a decision he dreaded.