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Saturday, June 25, 2011

I love to fly! But I hate boarding a plane.

When I say this to people, they look at me a little strange. I guess I can't blame them.

My love with flying started a long time ago.

When growing up in the 1960s in South Dakota, seeing a silver jet liner so high in the sky flying over our farm was a sight I never got tired of seeing.

I remember one especially hot and windy summer day when I was about 10 years old. I decided I would try to fly.

I found one of my mom's old bed sheets and carefully crawled to the top of the largest haystack in the pasture.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

There are certain milestones all children reach and cross as they grow, but I think in this modern cyber age there are some additional ones that our generations have not experienced as children but perhaps many of us have as adults.

Last Friday evening, when I arrived home from work for dinner, the three of us decided it was a movie night. Kathryn selected "Cinderella III" as the evening film. We cleaned up after dinner and moved to the living room for a Disney fantasy.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

I believe that the real issues in America today are the economy, unemployment, an overcommitted military and possibly immigration. Right now politicians are ignoring these issues as they do not want to be deemed purveyors of doom. When some of the Republican candidates for president attack opponents, they choose issues that polarize the electorate, rather than the real issues that face our nation. Two of these polarizing issues are abortion and gay rights.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

By BOB URBAN

rurban@tnonline.com

It happens frequently in this profession known as journalism. We write something, only to re-read it and find out we stated something that has an entirely different meaning. Even seasoned veterans fall into this trap, although not as often as rookies.

But stories aren't the only thing that can be misinterpreted. Below is a collection of signs that have been spotted in various public places that mean to say one thing, but can be interpreted as meaning something else entirely.

I got a chuckle out of them, I'm sure you will also.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Tomorrow is Father's Day and I have to admit the holiday takes on a whole new perspective when viewed as a father as opposed to being a son. For years, I celebrated it as a son honoring his father and three years ago, I'm finally on the other side of the coin with my own daughter.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

As I watch the nightly news on television I realize that the media is deflecting our attention from the real issues as they attempt to focus us on irrelevant stories. The escapades of Anthony Weiner are on every channel. Looking at the pictures of him, I can see that we are getting good value for his membership at the Congressional gymnasium. He obviously likes to lift weights.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Every now and then, I hear someone complaining about the hard time they have helping an elderly parent. Some say they resent the time it takes to "run every time help is needed."

Actually, it happens more often than it should.

When it does, I never know if I should hold my tongue or say what I think. Speaking my mind usually wins.

This week, I listened to an acquaintance talk about the demands on her time because of her elderly father. They live a little more than an hour apart and she complains that it takes all day to drive him to a doctor's appointment.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

"He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man" – William Shakespeare.

A writer for the Tamaqua Courier used this quote from the man widely regarded as the greatest English writer in history for an opinion in May of 1911 titled "Whiskers vs. Bald Heads."

Men back then may have not had exposure to the "Just for Men" advertising commercials of our day, but newspaper advertisements proved there was still an obsession with whiskers and hair a century ago.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Don't get me wrong. I miss my dad every day of my life. But Father's Day is a tough one. A picture of him taken on his last Father's Day with us, sits in my living room. His ever-present smile beams back at me and my heart smiles in response.

Isn't it funny how I know there were scowls and frowns when I said something or did something wrong, but for the life of me, I don't remember them? I only remember his blue eyes twinkling mischievously as he told a joke, the way he pinched my 50-year-old cheek like I was three years old and how he seemed to really enjoy life.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

At one time I was old. But not anymore.

It might be true I went to school in the days B. C. - before computers. But that's okay. I'm a product of typewriters, mimeograph and whiteout - not the kind of whiteout that takes place in the bleachers at a football game.

If you're my age or older, you know what whiteout is. If you're a kid, ask your parents. But be assured that whiteout has nothing to do with cocaine and you don't snort it. You won't find it in a meth lab either.