The name John
OK, so I have the same middle name as Donald J. Trump. It’s John. I can’t help it. It’s on my Canadian birth certificate and I can’t help that either.
OK, so I have the same middle name as Donald J. Trump. It’s John. I can’t help it. It’s on my Canadian birth certificate and I can’t help that either.
It’s early in the morning on day two of our annual camping trip and I’m the first awake.
As a kid visiting my grandmother in Carmel, I once told her my stomach was upset.
The Church of Latter-Day Saints has announced that huge changes are about to happen with their genealogical microfilm collections and the way they can be viewed by researchers.
This past Sunday a lady in my church and I were talking about the upcoming potato harvest. Now, I have always been a rugged guy even when I was a lot younger. My trouble was my hands weren’t fast at all. Some people would pick potatoes with such speed it seemed their hands were a blur. Alongside some of those people, it would be like comparing a Volkswagen Beetle to a Lincoln Navigator. So, with that said, the first chance I got to work on the back of the truck, I took it like a dog would a brand new butcher’s bone.
On Friday, July 28, Washington, D.C., recorded more than 3 inches of rain in what turned out to be a pretty big deal, statistically speaking.
When told, “This is the best beef I have ever eaten,” one might consider the basis for comparison.
Presque Isle Public Works occasionally receives requests to install new signs.
We were somewhere on the edge of Washburn when the sugar began to take hold. My kids had just stuffed their gullets with candy and ice cream thanks to their Papa.