Much is being made about forcing 150 million plus Americans to give up their existing employer health insurance coverage.
Ten days. That is how long you have until your ballot is due in the City of Prescott mail-in Primary Election.
Hopefully there are at least a few of you out there reading this who can still recall those Sunday evenings when we turned on the radio in our living rooms and listened to the comedy of Fibber McGee and Molly, Edgar Bergen and Charley McCarthy, and Jack Benny.
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Does anyone else find it creepy that, in this age of mass murders by gunfire, Prescott finds it fitting to celebrate its cowboy heritage with fake shootouts on Whiskey Row?
When I was a little kid, I tried to buy a little plastic ukulele at the local “Five and Dime” using Monopoly money — those bills worked perfectly well in the game, right?
In every election campaign, there comes a point when cruel reality intrudes, forcing candidate and staff to confront the growing likelihood that victory is out of reach and further expenditure of time, money and dedication to a cause is futile.
Where to start with T. Cantlon’s column, “Decline didn’t come from the ’60s or the left.”
Conservatives, so you hate Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez?
This week was an interesting exercise in investments, or at least learning (more) about them.
Thirty-two seconds. That’s how long it took for the madman responsible for the carnage in Dayton, Ohio to shoot 26 people, killing nine, including his sister, and wounding 17 more before he was killed by police.
I think it would be a great idea if the one of our local law enforcement agencies (YCSO, PPD, PVPD) had a “Safe Internet Exchange Zone” in their parking lot so people selling items privately, like on Craigslist, could feel safe when meeting people they don’t know to sell their items.
When I was five-years-old, I became separated from my parents in a large crowd at the 1933 World’s Fair in Chicago. I was terribly frightened; I cried desperately looking for them and was found by a uniformed guard who took me to a central place.
Some years ago, I met a fellow by the name of Bill McMahan. He’s the guy who tortured me with physical therapy exercises as I recovered from shoulder and hip replacement surgeries. I hasten to add that due to his diligence and knowledge, as well as the skill of the surgeon, both replacement procedures were totally successful.
Becoming a fireman, police officer, pilot, or joining the military is often a dream of so many young boys and girls. While many of my friends went through the stages of following their dreams to become a police officer or firefighter, I found my passion of flying airplanes – and it took off.