When terrorists attacked the town of Beslan, Russia, a few weeks ago, one statement from news reports struck at MerriLee O’Brien’s heart.
Their training began in March and consisted of swimming about seven miles a week, biking 230 miles and running 30.
Neighborhood resident Jeffers Radar went halfway around the world away to play baseball.
For the third consecutive year, our neighborhood is going to have a tree lighting of its own, and organizers say it will be bigger than ever.
“Seniors get out of the house by volunteering. I’m for anything that increases activity, builds up strength and is great for the muscles, especially when it’s also good for the heart.”
The atmosphere is just a bonus to the superstar menu line-up that includes crowd pleasers such as the Peta pie.
One can’t lift one’s noise in the air, suggest a $40 cabernet, and move on to the next subject.
I read with interest Jeff Siegel’s column (“Retail Redux,” October 2004) regarding the need for urban planning in Dallas.
I met a friend for lunch recently, and after catching up on other things, our discussion turned to his oldest son.
Push away, rather than shoveling in. Lighten up, rather than pigging out. Carve off, rather than scarfing down.
as a public service, I tracked down of one of the world’s great leftover turkey experts, who just happens to live near Tietze Park.