Just as his grandfather did more than 40 years ago, artist Anthony Benton Gude attracted a big crowd Friday night at Neosho City Hall.

Columnist Kay Hively talks about making the choice to be bitter or better about circumstances in her "As Time Goes By" column.

The other night I needed some fatherly advice.

The walk down Wildcat Boulevard on City-Wide Garage Sale Day was like the second verse of “Dixie.”

Can you believe that it is May already? Why, it seems like only yesterday that it was April.

Radcliffe College was the women’s college of Harvard University. It has nothing to do with this tale. My first teaching experience began in January of 1971 at Neosho Junior High. When May came, I was not ready to quit, having only taught half a year.

Marsha Harlan says she has no job title at the Neosho golf course. But a title doesn’t seem to matter. Marsha Harlan is having a great time in the clubhouse because golf is such an important part of her life.

There was a birthday at our house this weekend. 

“Did you really tie a rope to a lawnmower to mow your yard?” Publisher Rick Rogers asked the other day.

I grew up on stories of the Great Depression, tales of struggle and survival when times were hard. From those experiences, I learned to be frugal, to save money, and to live lean and for the most part, I’ve followed the advice learned from that era. Now, with prices rising on everything, those lessons seem to have been excellent preparation for the times ahead.

When I was growing up, we always went to the movies, whether that would be the Orpheum Theater (located just off of the square) or the old drive in theater located near Edgewood Bowl.

Science has already ruined a number of important things for me, such as my high school GPA and pretty much all of religion, but this past week they really took the taco.

I received an e-mail from Neosho resident Mel Link Friday about a Neosho native and 1987 NHS graduate, Darwin Hukill, who is serving overseas in Afghanistan.

Darwin is the son of Lillian Hukill and the late Denzil Hukill, and currently resides in Cassville with his family when not serving overseas.

I’m sure not many trash collectors ever find themselves written about in a newspaper.

So, today I am tipping my hat to the man who picks up our trash each week.

Gary is without a doubt one of the nicest guys you will ever want to meet. He is kind, careful and very dedicated. At our house, we are convinced his only concern in the world is taking care of our trash.

The moon was large as it sat on the western horizon when I started my Wildcat Boulevard walk the other day. The moon was almost orange as it began dropping down out of sight below the skyline. In fact, its color looked like the end of a round of longhorn cheese.