My large feet have always played a prominent place in my life. As a baby, my feet were so big the doctor predicted I would probably be six feet tall. I had a quick growth spurt in late elementary school that ended with me being the height I am now, five foot, six inches. It also left my feet a pre-teen crushing size 10!
Ah, Labor Day. The symbolic end of summer. Thank Providence for that! (I've often wished I had a summer home somewhere far north, and the means, to avoid this uncomfortable season.)
For the majority of the summer, Neosho junior Tyler Rathmann was preparing to catch passes, not throw them, for the football Wildcats.
That was until an injury changed everything, including Rathmann’s role on the football Wildcats.
Wildcat Boulevard moved to Spearfish, S.D., for three days in late August. Kay and I were there for Friends of the Fish Hatcheries meetings. Dave Hendrix, manager of the Neosho National Fish Hatchery, was also there. He asked if I was going for a walk each morning, he wanted to walk along.
I have moments – and I don’t think I’m alone here – where I worry what people think.
Traditionally noted for the end of the summer vacations, Labor Day is almost upon us. As you travel through area towns, you might notice firefighters holding out firefighter boots for the annual Labor Day MDA Telethon for Jerry’s Kids Boot Block. This is an opportunity for drivers to donate to change or cash to this worthwhile event.
I can always tell its football season by the change in my laundry habits.
In looking at the calendar, I just can’t quite believe that it is almost September. Where has the summer gone? Well, it is still here by the temperature on the thermometer and it doesn’t look like it is going away any time soon. The mid-term elections are just over 60 days away and I imagine that Nancy Pelosi is squirming right now waiting to see if she is going to continue as Speaker of the House. I am not going to make any predictions but I do know that there are a lot of mad people around the country and I don’t see that changing over the next two months.
School has begun and that brings together large numbers of kids in the same spaces.
Most locals are probably acquainted with Fredville, that former little highway stop on the corner of old U.S. Highway 71 (now Gateway Drive) and Jute Road.
I am going to have to dig out some light colored or white T-shirts to wear as I walk along Wildcat Boulevard each morning. It is dark at 6 a.m. now, and I like to wear things that can be more easily seen than the black T-shirts I like so much.
Apples are beginning to arrive at the market.
Aug. 16 was the magic date when students returned to classes at Neosho Christian Schools.
I’ll start with a “poundage” update.
The football season for the Neosho Wildcats will kick off Friday in Bolivar.
One of the worst family “committees” is movie duty.
I need to clarify a couple of things from last week’s column.
As you may have already read in this newspaper, the historical society’s second edition of an old favorite is back from the printer.
And I, for one, am excited.
I have been noticing an unusually large number crickets and bluebirds along Wildcat Boulevard lately.
