“You’re not being fair!” the child wailed. His mother sighed. It was one of those days. She was down to her last nerve, and Junior had just tweaked it. Granted, it was a minor spat. On any other day she’d just laugh and move on, but today – well, today it exploded into a major battle of wills. Exhausted, she gave up. “All right, have it your way!” she muttered through gritted teeth. Now be honest, you’ve all been there……
Roasted peanuts – Dad’s favorite snack, after popcorn of course. Last week the hardware store was handing them out, so I grabbed a handful, and munched as I shopped. That is until I realized that I had no idea what to do with the shells. “Just throw them on the floor,” the clerk laughed, sensing my dilemma. I don’t know why, but that’s when I remembered Ruby Red’s. Ah, Ruby Red’s, what a blast from the past, the distant past……
It was an old barn, nondescript, unassuming. Once hundreds of such barns dotted the countryside. Under their towering roofs lay the key to the country’s economy. What was that key? Was it coal, gas, perhaps oil? No, long before cars, trucks, or tractors, America’s three- mile an hour economy was horse-powered, and horses required hay. Hay was the key and barns the mainstays of farm life. The boy standing outside the barn knew none of this. In fact, by the…..
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If I only learned one thing from Dr. Schmidt, it was this simple axiom: “Until you understand the problem, you cannot arrive at a solution.” Of course, Schmidt was speaking of Calculus. However, the saying is as true for society as it is for mathematics. Case in point. After every tragedy, we stampede to our appointed corners. There, safely ensconced with the like-minded, we scream at those with whom we disagree. The nightly news degenerates into argument and insult –…..