I missed having someone I could call at 2 a.m. because I heard a noise in the house, someone who would stay on the line until I checked to make sure everything was OK.

I missed having him to talk to when someone slighted me or hurt my feelings, who knew I might be at fault because he knew my flaws — impatience, stubbornness — but who always took my side anyway.

In Myanmar, formerly known as Burma, the death toll from a killer cyclone stands at 78,000, with 56,000 people still missing. At least 1.5 million are hungry, hurting, homeless and in desperate need of supplies.
     How do we explain such tragedies in light of the fact that in most churches it is taught that there is a God who is loving and all-powerful?

THE BLOOM IS OFF ethanol’s rose. It wasn’t so long ago that corn-based ethanol was good for the environment. Ethanol would lead to greater U.S. energy independence. And American farmers would make money on the deal.

I didn’t vote in the presidential primary yesterday. I couldn’t. It was a closed primary. Only registered Democrats or Republicans could vote. I changed my party last fall when it looked as if Hillary Clinton was a shoo-in for the Democratic nomination. I didn’t want to be affiliated any longer with a party that would consider putting her into the White House. I registered as Independent.

A blog entry at alliednews.com posed several questions about the Grove City High School “murder list” that was discovered last Friday. The list named 48 students and teachers, and was reported by a concerned student.
Among the blogger’s questions was if the students responsible for the list are from one of “these families that get away with anything they do in this lil town of Grove City.” The blogger worries that the girls will get a slap on the wrist and be returned to regular classes with the other kids.

“That I may serve others.”
Those are the words on the Pine Township Engine Company logo.
They’re words by which Brad Holmes lived. And they’re the words by which he died.
The alarms go off and they’re there. Dinners, holidays, middle of the night, it doesn’t matter. Freezing cold or searing heat, they’re needed, and they go.

A few weeks ago, I stayed home with my boyfriend’s 9-year-old daughter, Sadie, who was sick. I was cleaning, and she found me and told me What Not to Wear was on TV.
What Not to Wear is one of my favorite programs. It’s on The Learning Channel, usually Friday nights at 9.

“Dear Santa, All I want is to be with my family. Chrismas isn’t about toys and other stuff like that. It’s about being with the people you love. I don’t want anything this year. Except for my grandma to be out of the hospitle. I haven’t seen her in two weeks. She’s down at Pittsburgh. I’m too young to see her. I don’t know why, but I hate it. She’s my life. I don’t want anything to happen to her. Please say your prayers for her. Your friend, Sam.”
Do you remember when your belief in Santa Claus was that strong, when anything was possible, as long as it was written on your Christmas list?

When Santa Claus comes to town this year, he’ll have a great view of the nearly-completed streetscape project from atop his traditional ride on a fire truck.
Grove City historically has a parade to herald the jolly old elf’s arrival, and that won’t change this year. The parade is set for 7 p.m. Dec. 1 on South Broad Street.