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Nine months after Hurricane Sandy, there is a baby boom on the East Coast. When the power is off and there is nothing else to do, we can still make our own fun. I wonder how many will be named Sandy.
I wonder how much energy would be saved if everyone planned their travels so they were always driving into the sun.
Sedgwick County will burn 15,000 truckloads of debris from the storm. Use your noggins, fellows. Think of air pollution and recycle instead. Grind it up, turn it into mulch, use it around park landscaping, or give it away.
I am a Catholic, past 60, and have never heard a homily condemning homosexuals. That would be contrary to Catholic teaching. Homosexual sex is held to be sinful, but homosexuals themselves are children of God. Was the person who complained about such homilies in Wichita even Catholic?
That someone said Jesus was not in the Catholic Church tells me how far the person is from the Savior. Sad.
Bishop Desmond Tutu said it all when he said: “I would not worship a God who is homophobic.”
Spirit AeroSystems – Wichita’s form of Grecian Formula.
Many parents send their youngsters to camp to learn the art of cooperation and teamwork. Wichita sent Michael O’Donnell to the Kansas Senate, and it isn’t working.
Mayor Carl Brewer was a tank commander in the Kansas National Guard when O’Donnell was still wearing diapers.
Instead of building million-dollar pools for the kids, let’s put the tax money in the schools, where it’s needed.
It was great to see the Andover police out Thursday morning stopping the great Andover crime wave. People had placed their yard-sale signs “illegally” and had to be stopped or else. Welcome to Redneck City.
Thanks to the guy in the front row near the plate Wednesday night at the NBC World Series for finally telling an overbearing obnoxious guy in the lower box seats to clam it. He was way over the top and wouldn’t shut up for even one pitch.
As I was driving on a four-lane street, I saw a turtle attempting to cross. Every single car stopped, and one gentleman carried it on across. Thank you, everyone.
To the person who paid for my breakfast Thursday at Livingston’s Diner: Thank you very much. I will pay it forward.