Twice a month, on Thursday mornings, I have Mass for the Catholic residents at the nursing center in Tonganoxie.
Was the outcome ever in doubt? No, but the score is never the bottom line when the Runnin' Revs face the Serra All Stars.
This just in from the White House: Starting today, only farmers set agriculture subsidy levels, generals decide about going to war and the new all-powerful Czar of Tax Policy is our old friend, the IRS.
Normally, I do not like to give over this space to another author.
It all might have started with Will Smith.
When Bishop Ward High School organizers here were discussing speakers for Black History Month, they considered inviting an African-American sculptor, an African-American author, or maybe the first African-American astronaut in the U.S. space program.
Looking for a good job? We have some available!
This year, I have received several kind letters from parents expressing how pleased they are with the Catholic schools their children are attending.
A rumbling truck deposited its load of dirt on a hill near our house early this morning.
It looked like a brown mess, not at all attractive. Only after it had spent a good hour in the oven did it begin to resemble a chocolate cake.