Those of us of a certain age will remember that witty ditty arrived in ’55 and was popularized by Old Blue Eyes.
What do four football quarterbacks equate to? One FULLback! But enough of the silliness and on to the seriousness, which concerns a family-based football foursome.
In my opinion, which admittedly is very humble, there will never be another easy-listening musical era comparable to the 1950s and ’60s.
Children seldom complain about vision problems. Rather, according to the Eyes on Learning Vision Coalition, “they believe everyone sees the world the way they do.” But the coalition notes that “80 percent of children’s learning is through their eyes.
I can’t agree more with the tons of accolades extolling the life and deeds of that wonderful patriot and statesman, Sen. John McCain.
In the business sales world of today, pursuit of the almighty dollar is the over-riding consideration aimed at maximum profit, which is fine.
I’m an inveterate “achiever believer” and would like to pass along a top-drawer candidate for said recognition. The “Oscar” goes to … hello, drumbeat … Marci McGlinn Rogers!
Poetically speaking, it’s a unity anchored in perpetuity.
Prescott’s Jerry R. Johnson has come a long way since starting life as a farm boy in Corwith, Iowa, in the 1930s, before going on to play a major role in America’s space program.
Coats for Kids is jointly sponsored by the Prescott Noon Lions Club, the Knights of Columbus of Prescott’s Sacred Heart Church and Mandalay Homes of Prescott.
Those of you who don’t know Stan Brown and his wife Ruthie are missing out.
It’s a semi-silly something that I’ve pursued in the past that involves tacking on trite reactions to some of the headers that grace the top of every dictionary depicting the first and last words to be found on each page.
Yeah, I’m an unabashed inveterate nostalgia nerd.
Now, about the brouhaha that’s been brewing.
Chris Hoy knows of what he speaks and speaks knowingly of it.
A Courier column published four years ago was instrumental in bringing to Prescott early last month a vibrant group of young people with the Voluntary Agency Network of Korea (VANK).
The oversized hearts of two exceptional Prescott Noon Lions ceased to function this past June on consecutive days.
Marv Betts is in the selfless business of helping to save and enhance lives through osmosis.
Anna Parker was born May 22, 1917, in Chicago. Emma Weiss was born on that same date, also in Chicago.
The arrival was a surprisal when Rick Hartner delivered the fabulously fierce but beautifully bespectacled dragon to Jean Lutz at her Prescott home last month.
There must’ve been a guardian angel on hand — naw, make that a whole passel of guardian angels — 75 years ago when Ronny de Jong, along with her mother and a younger sister, managed to survive the crushing occupation by the Japanese of their home in Java in the Dutch East Indies during World War II.
Dexterity. Diversity. Livability. These are among the refinements and enhancements cushioning the ESL program at Yavapai College while helping its graduates bridge any cultural gaps.
It was a bright, invigorating morning this past Thursday at the Prescott National Cemetery – a perfect setting in which to honor a correspondingly bright, invigorating man named Bob Cornett who passed away on Dec. 11 at the age of 85.
Yeah, they let their imaginations run wild while applying their mettle to the metal, and the results were downright delightful.
“Murder, She Wrote” – the crime drama TV series starring Angela Lansbury that aired from 1984 to 1996 – was fascinating, but fiction. However, the brutal murders of three Prescott residents are strictly fact-based, and the author of two books ...
“We serve” is the familiar clarion call of Lions Clubs International – the world’s largest service organization whose 1.4 million members in 200-plus countries work to improve the lives of those in need. And one of those servers who scaled LCI’s highest pinnacle is right here in our own backyard.
It was almost three-quarters of a century ago when Ronny Herman de Jong’s dream in Java – an island in the Dutch East Indies known as “one of the beautiful gems in the Emerald Girdle” – turned abruptly into a nightmare.
Hey, Carlinophiles, listen up! I know it’s been a long dry spell since you’ve heard anything new from old George – after all, he died eight years ago – but there’s a new day dawning after hearing from the comedian’s long-time publicist in Santa Monica, Calif.
Last week’s column focusing on some of the wit and wisdom of the late comedian George Carlin struck a chord with Prescott reader Tim Anderson, who alerted me that Carlin “was my absolute favorite comedian” whose “brand of humor is classic.”
With tongue embedded firmly in cheek, let me tell you about a wonderfully serendipitous thing that happened to me in Taos, New Mexico, on Saturday, Aug. 6, in the year of our Lord 2016 A.D., involving a 1978 comedy/action movie as a reference point.
This past Saturday’s Courier op-ed page included an article by syndicated columnist Dick Polman headlined “Take a breath, folks, 2016 is not 1968” in which he wrote that “I can state with a high degree of confidence that America was far, far worse in 1968.”
Warm. Wonderful. Exuberant. Outgoing. Statuesque. (Yeah, she’s 5-foot-11.)
As promised in last week’s column focusing on my duly-dubbed “dictionary duo didoes” – those “from-to” references at the top of pages that provide helpful guidelines to word seekers – following is Part 2 (from “n” to “z”) as the capper-offer to the June 28 onslaught of somewhat supercilious silliness making up the “a” to “m” crowd.
I have a certain weird fascination for those “headers” at the top of pages in dictionaries that are a big help when it comes to looking up words when searching for spellings and definitions.
It is without compunction that I invite you to this Saturday’s flapjack function junction, which is at the corner of East Gurley and Alarcon streets in downtown Prescott.
Actually, had a friend of mine – Lynne Murphy – not emailed me earlier this month I might never have had the chance to meet and schmooze with J. Charles Phillips.
My May 2 – May 9 Time mag, which arrived on April 23 (go figure!), featured photos and brief write-ups focusing on the magazine’s “100 Most Influential People” of 2016.