Thanksgiving, Traditions, and the Like … NOVEMBER. A thirty-day month full of gratitude, joy and, for some, appropriately timed Christmas shopping. For me and my family, this month marks the beginning of a fairly complete transition to cooler weather, celebrating a wedding anniversary with my stud of a husband, continuing to watch PG and A&M football, being able to wear my UGGS in public with less self-awareness and my favorite American celebration: THANKSGIVING! … Thanksgiving has become our favorite holiday spent with the whole family, and we are all refreshed once it is over.
“I love your mask!” “I love yours too!” … My dermatologist and I greeted each other as she entered the exam room wearing a facemask by the same designer as the one I wore. … Hers, of course, was just for cosmetic purposes, and covered an N95 mask like most of the physicians wear. Mine was acting alone, but it did offer the added protection of a coffee filter between its layers.
Political Column by Charles Jordan … Can we just face it? … President Donald Trump is a centennial figure who will be talked about by his detractors with annoyance, anger, and hatred for the foreseeable future, maybe even the rest of the century. They see him as racist, careless and incompetent in every way. To his supporters, the President is the no-nonsense, tell-it-like-it-is New York outsider who popularizes America, patriotism, and the American way while building the wall and wrestling the swamp.
Rivals for 110 years, it stands to reason that both sides of Texarkana’s State Line would agree, “Texas/Arkansas Week” is the most highly anticipated and spirit filled week of the whole school year for both Texas High and Arkansas High students and possibly even the entire cities of Texarkana. The traditions of frying bacon on the school lawn, chomping Tiger Tail doughnuts, stealing mascots, and driving down State Line with the Texas and Arkansas state flags unfurled and flying proudly from the beds of pick-up trucks
Located in the middle of a hunter’s paradise right outside of Bradley, Arkansas and situated on the waterfront of Lake Erling, lies Belle Terre Hunting Estate. It is a one of a kind refuge and provides an incredible opportunity of solitude and outdoor sportsmanship for the Pruett family.
Six Things You Should Do in Texarkana During the Month of November! … Now that everyone’s back out and about (mask or no mask), and we’ve all officially made it back around to the fall, I figure there’s absolutely no better time than now to start celebrating this wonderful season, and there’s no better way to do it than by participating in all the AMAZING events Texarkana has planned for the month of November. … This is the place for all the moms and dads who have hit rock bottom when it comes to ideas on how to keep their children entertained and are about to jump ship.
People ask me every day why I became a funeral director. … My answer is always, “I didn’t choose it, it chose me.” I truly believe that this profession requires a calling by God and a compassion for people. I see funeral service as a ministry, one that began for me as a child. … When I was eight years old, I lost two grandparents suddenly within twelve days of each other. I remember vivid fragments from each death experience. From that time on, death intrigued me, and I regularly checked the obituaries as if I were an eighty-year-old woman looking for gossip.
I started working offshore on oil and gas platforms nine years ago. … My title is “inspector” but that covers a wide variety of tasks that make up my job. In a nutshell, I inspect piping and vessels and anything else oil and gas flow through, using various inspection methods to ensure the safety of the components.
Have you ever been to a rodeo? … If your answer is no, I highly recommend you add it to your bucket list of things to do. If you have been to a rodeo, I’m sure you’ve noticed the brave, yet possibly crazy guys who strap themselves onto the back of a raging bull to attempt an 8 second ride. … Somewhere in the chaos and clouds of dust are the individuals in the arena, called bullfighters, who go nearly unnoticed.