It seems that each year Black Friday gets worse. This year, reports are that four people died (including a Wal-Mart employee who was trampled to death), and nearly a hundred were injured, all on Black Friday.
The day is earning its name.
Even worse, Black Friday isn’t just a single day. This year it started Thanksgiving day (Thursday). And now, as I write this early Tuesday morning, there are still ads for “Black Friday weekend” or “Black Friday week” sales that are still going on. Really?
They say this year’s shopping season is short. Really? Who sets what the shopping season is, or should be?
Okay, I get it that many retailers plan on all those revenues between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Perhaps they should plan better?
This is a perfect time to express thanks for so many things in life. Every day should be that way.
We truly are grateful for you, our readers. You are the reason we all work so hard to bring you a fresh, new paper each week. Whether you subscribe, or pick up a copy on your way home, we thank you.
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Readers, we hope you express your gratitude to our advertisers as well. They employ your friends, neighbors and family. They support our schools, parks, and roads. They’re here for you day in and day out. Please be here for them. Celebrate Small Business Saturday right here at home. And be sure to tell them “thank you.”
Television is saturated lately with documentaries about the assassination of President John F. Kennedy, and other events and issues of long-ago era. I’ve probably watched each one at least twice. I can’t seem to get enough of them.
Now, all these years later, they are showing video and photos that had not before been made public. At least one of the shows used modern-day forensics to prove that the Warren Commission Report was thorough and accurate. Fascinating stuff.
Here are a few things I’ve learned.
The term “news anchor” was coined for Walter Cronkite, a new breed of news man. Everyone remembers Cronkite as the one who broke the news of the Kennedy shooting and then his death, but he wasn’t the first. He waited until he was absolutely confident about the facts and sources, and then he broke the news as a radio-type interruption to the TV soap opera being broadcast on CBS. It took 20 minutes back then to warm up and align a TV camera (vacuum tubes), if you can imagine.
Actually, I met two.
Gwen Rosha Anderson, and her mother Marcia Rosha.
Last Saturday, a young author came to the Kimball Public Library to talk about her book, My Three Lumps. The title alone brought some out to hear her.
Published earlier this year, the book chronicles her journey through aggressive breast cancer and a divorce, simultaneously, and at the young age of 28.
She wrote it because there were few books written for young women diagnosed with breast cancer, and nothing at all for women going through breast cancer and divorce together.
I grew up on movies with Bela Lugosi, Lon Chaney Jr., Boris Karloff, Christopher Lee, and Vincent Price. I loved Maria Ouspenskaya (she played the old Gypsy fortune teller in two Wolf Man movies).
These movies were terrifying in their day, although far removed from real life. Nothing like what passes for horror movies today. I have no interest in movies like “Saw” or “Chucky” or “Nightmare on Elm Street.” None whatsoever. There’s enough real-life horror on the evening news.