Americans in Ostersund Susan Sall “Can we go to Coop to get some saft, and you can swish me later?” If you’re American, this sentence… Login to continue reading Login Sign up for complimentary access Sign Up Now Close
Growing up, many of us were taught that the first Thanksgiving was held in 1621 in Plymouth, Massachusetts by a group of Pilgrims and members of the Wampanoag tribe. Some of us even held classroom re-enactments of the event, donning funny black hats and feathered headdresses.
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I live in McPherson in a neighborhood of small, boxy houses, many built in 1946 for returning soldiers. It’s not an expensive neighborhood, and all kinds of people live here: old folks like me and young people with children, white folks like me and people of color.
Children of the Middle Waters, We come to give you praise, And share the inspiration of Your wisdom and your ways.
Want to make someone sound drunk? Put them under stress and have them answer questions in a language they’re still learning. That was the scene when a police officer waved me into a parking lot sobriety checkpoint.
Up to the hilltop then west at a lope, Down to the draw and up the next slope, We’re after the mustangs on the ridge far away To bring in the yearlings this cool autumn day.
A cowboy who’s just spent all day Bringing back some skittish strays, Dreams that night of a mighty fence That withstands all the elements.
A few days before longshoremen began a Sept.