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.
Just for the pure fun of it, I’d like to donate today’s allotted space to a guest column written by a very talented golden retriever named Avery.
Marv Betts is in the selfless business of helping to save and enhance lives through osmosis.
Just a poignant plea for prioritization regarding a couple of road construction projects in the area:
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 ...
In the Mood for a Sentimental Journey? Then pack up all your cares and woes, brush off the clouds and cheer up, put on a happy face and direct your feet to The Sunny Side of Rosser Street on Oct. 22 for a fun time.
How many of you readers remember the Fudgesicle “free sticks”?
“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.”
The late George Carlin will probably never go down as one of the master philosophers of our time, but the guy’s right up there at the top of MY list.
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.
Put-downs … and comebacks on the heels of put-downs … are art forms that I deeply admire, but I’ve always been incapable of voicing either one of the things because they demand a quick wit, of which I’m devoid.
You’re no doubt aware of Mark Twain’s cautionary confession that he decided to stop reading the medical journals in doctors’ offices, prompted by his fear that he might end up dying of a typographical error.
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.
There’s a big bash brewing this Sunday, June 26, at the Prescott United Methodist Church – a Lollapalooza luau at which congregants will congregate for a send-off soiree honoring Pastor Dave Alberts and his wife Mary.
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.
Let me tell you about Julie Main, a downright dandy D-day damsel who fought the good fight by “giving to the living” right up until May 23 when ovarian cancer cut her life too short.
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.
A daisy whose stem is secured in a vise’s firm grip is portrayed on the cover of Juanita Murphy’s book – “Entrapped.”
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.
I’ve never fully understood the premise related to General Douglas MacArthur’s famous “old soldiers never die; they just fade away” quote borrowed from a barracks ballad that he uttered in a farewell speech to Congress in 1951 after being put out to pasture by President Truman.
Prescott’s Ann Miller got a little help from a friend during the writing of her “Parallel Passages” novel, which delves into three perilous periods in our nation’s history.
That fellow with the spicy given name – Pepper Choplin – is heading back to Prescott this weekend after a five-year hiatus.
A cutback in grants, coupled with a depletion in donations, have combined to place the Yavapai Food Bank between the proverbial rock and a hard place.
Why did two young longtime friends reveling in the comfortable “high society” of Auburn, New York, abandon it all a hundred years ago in order to accept teaching jobs in the wilds of northwest Colorado?
Frances Munds was a pioneer in bringing women’s suffrage to Arizona almost a decade prior to passage of the 19th Amendment to the US. Constitution.
Yodeling, featuring its standardized staccato stereotype, is extremely rare when it comes to vocalizing.
What follows involves a bit of a gory story in which I briefly critique my day at the bullfights in Barcelona back in the spring of 1957.
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens are a couple of Julie Andrews’ favorite things, which is fine, but among my own personal favorites is feeding on feedback.