November 22, 1963 – My mother was in her Glee Club class when it was announced President Kennedy had been shot and killed. After school, she and some of her classmates, who weren’t even Catholic, went to a Catholic church to pray. “It didn’t matter your religion, we were all hurting as a country”, said my mom, JoAnn Bilbrey. The country mourned together.
Dear friends and neighbors, heed my advice: the best time to read John M. Barry’s book “The Great Influenza” is NOT at the dinner table. For that matter, I’d hesitate reading it at breakfast time as well.
Students across Texas returned to campuses last week as schools and universities scrambled to put into place new lesson plans that best accommodate a pandemic.
Breaking news… there’s a new lady in MY office. At first, I wasn’t sure what to think but we’ve “talked” and I’ve explained how things work here. I’m excited to show her the ropes here at the Pittsburg Gazette, how to greet guests (with full kitten enthusiasm), where my food is kept, what’s fun at the office - water bottle caps, unplugging laptops and rearranging piles of newspapers, just to name a few. I’m not sure what they would do without me!
Football season is upon us, and there will be times that fans may disagree with a call, play, or even a player. Below is a poem, author and title unknown, that says perfectly what every fan should hear before taking the stands for a high school or junior high football game.
