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jtaylor's picture
Monday, February 25, 2008 - 1:08pm

The belt buckles open and stay unfurled several times a year. Confirmations, baptisms, weddings, quincineras, ends of fastings. An Orange Cove priest once told me that refried beans (cooked in lard, of course) were his favorite pig-out food and, since every parishioner had a slightly different recipe, there was no way to say no.


But there may be now. The Washington Post reports that the high cost of health insurance for ministers and their families is jeopardizing the finances -- and the mission dollars -- of some mainline Protestant denominations.


wholderman's picture
Monday, February 25, 2008 - 9:22am

What will they think of next? Some magazines are going to try out this strategy for marketing consumable products. Welch's is apparently going to take out full page ads in People's Magazine this month so readers can sample it's grape juice by licking the page! Whoa...that's just plain icky!


jtaylor's picture
Friday, February 22, 2008 - 12:55pm

Box: From Naval Station Great Lakes, Ill.


Belongings: 22-year-old seaman recruit DJ.


Contents: MP3 player, Motorola cell phone, toothpaste, deodorant, Navy hat, backpack and day planner, pair of jeans rolled up to the knees (mmmm???) and a pocket handout of traveling instructions.


Warning from handout:


wholderman's picture
Thursday, February 21, 2008 - 4:23pm

Superman, Superwoman, Super Lotto, Super Mario, Supernatural, Superficial....and then there's Superdelegate....what does that mean? Oh, and by the way, did you know there's District-level delegates, At-Large delegates, Unpledged party-leader delegates, Pledged party-leader delegates, Unpledged elected-official delegates, Pledged elected-official delegates, and Unpledged add-on delegates. Oh please!


jtaylor's picture
Thursday, February 21, 2008 - 1:29pm

In the mosquito-swatting simmer of July 1979, I glanced skyward and continued to install a storm window in the tiny Milwaukee, Wis., bungalow I called home. Skylab was coming down, but there was work to do.


So, what did you do the other day when you heard the U.S. Navy was sending a multi-million-dollar missile into space to destroy/divert a miscreant billion-dollar spy satellite? And, what are you doing to prepare for bits of debris, toxic trailings descending along with the usual deluge of particulate matter from bonehead burners on Valley no-burn days?