Month: January 1997

Over the holidays, we sat at my brother-in-law’s kitchen table talking about church youth activities in Indiana and Arkansas. That cued my husband to relate a telephone conversation he’d had with their mother. She had casually mentioned to him that one of her grandsons was going to the Super Bow with the youth group. My…

Nothing like a good cake for my anniversary. When Mark and Alexis made their holiday visit, Alexis rose early Sunday to make the apple cheese cake I like. When only two pieces wee left, I declared that because the cheese cake had been made for our anniversary, the last two pieces were mine and hubby’s.…

(Editor’s note: Joan’s family has exhausted her with birthday and anniversary celebrations. As Billy draws for Bill Keane when he goes on vacation, Mert, Joan’s son, wrote this column to give her a rest.) On this 25th anniversary, recall and remember, on the day Joe met Joan in a northern November. That Sunday in church,…

Proper Pete was driving home late one night when flashing lights commanded him to pull over. Proper Pete checked his speedometer. As always, he was a little bit under the speed limit. He knew all his lights were working properly, so why was he being stopped? Pete drove off the road, parked and pulled out…