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Linda's Letters

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Boarding the bus the morning we left the Grand Canyon, our tour guide Brandon said, "It only gets better after this." Jack the bus driver said, "The best is yet to come."

I thought, "They're nuts! How could anything be better than this?" We were all pretty much in awe of what we had just seen.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Harry loves to walk and hike. I think he's fairly fit at almost 63 years old. Recently, he went on a walk in mortality.

Our first full day at the Grand Canyon, Connie, George, Harry and I decided to take the shuttle that visits all the different viewing sites along the South Rim. But the shuttle was way too tame for Mr. Antsy Pants and by 10:30 a.m. he told us he was going back and hike part of Bright Angel Trail into the Canyon.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

A few years back, my best friend Connie and I agreed we would do something special to celebrate our 60th birthdays. We're only one month apart. We felt turning 60 was a pretty major milestone. Especially since we both had no clue how we got to be that old so soon!

Saturday, October 6, 2012

The opening reception for the National Federation of Press Women (NFPW) was held at the beautiful Arizona Historical Society Museum where exhibits tell the story of Arizona.

Besides having a chance to view this fascinating display of its history, we were treated to a delicious dinner made by the Arizona Historical Society from recipes featured in their beautiful full-color hardbound cookbook, "Tastes and Treasures: A Storytelling Cookbook of Historic Arizona." Since I collect cookbooks, of course I had to buy one.

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Last week I attended the National Federation of Press Women (NFPW) annual conference held in Scottsdale, AZ.

I'd like to tell you about an amazing presswoman I met.

This classy lady has dark hair and she looked really chic in a bright yellow stylish jacket with shoes to match.

Katheryn Fiene Firchler-Heires, from Southern Illinois, has three last names because she was married three times.

"I buried all three. And I nursed all three until the end," she said proudly.

She was honored at the conference because she has been a NFPW member for 45 years.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Linda Koehler here, your non-political analyst with a few naive observations.

First of all, can I just ask one question? I know everyone says it is my American duty to vote. But what do I do when I don't want either Barack Obama or Mitt Romney for President?

Really? With over 314 million people in America, these are our best choices we have to run our country?

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Oy. What a week.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

A couple of years ago I was told by a doctor that I had arthritis in my back.

He made it official.

I'm old.

See, when I was a kid with not a care in the world, if I ever heard the word arthritis, I immediately associated the word with "Old People."

So in my mind, when he told me I had arthritis, I knew I had reached that dreaded milestone and had become an "Old Person."

I had a bit of a flare up over the weekend and I used a cane to help me get up and moving.

Harry looked at the cane and said, "Do you really need it?"

Saturday, August 11, 2012

My sister Diane and I play Bingo twice a year when we help support the West End Rotary Club and the Eldred Township Historical Society at their Longaberger Basket Bingos.

Recently, we heard the call of the Bingo. We talked about going for a fun night of playing regular Bingo but with busy schedules, it was hard to find a night that worked for us both.

Last Thursday we found ourselves free and armed with Bingo chips, crayons, Bingo dabbers, Bingo magnetic wands and lucky charms for a big Bingo night out.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

So the other night, Harry was watching Turtleman on a show called "Call of the Wildman" on the Animal Planet television station.

He only gets away with watching it or something else like "Gator Boys" if I'm eyeball deep into reading my latest novel.

Of course when Turtleman was running around a room like the wild man that he is, chasing an angry raccoon that had taken up residence in a fraternity house, I admit I had to steal a glance or two every time he'd give his irritating Rebel yell ..."EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" to see what was going on.