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As usual, I am going to preface my remarks by saying that, yes, it is good to have thoughtful, mindful city councilmen and women representing their districts and asking the tough questions at city council meetings.

After this nasty cold and snowy weather, spring and summer will come. I just know they will.

Have we not missed enough opportunities in Blue Springs? Our last best chance to make up for the blown opportunities of the past is the Missouri Innovation Project.

I am writing in response to Mr. Pratt’s statement from last week’s Blue Springs Journal article that I voted for him to assume a leadership position in the Missouri House of Representatives.

I was talking with a close friend the other day about our jobs, careers and future ambitions when he hit me with this nugget: “I am doing so many things now I wasn’t hired to do…”

How does your life change as you grow? The little events in every child’s life are pretty close to being the same. They vary depending on the circumstance but every kid knows each time something is a little different; they feel deep down inside that they are growing up little by little.

Spelling bees are a pretty important part of grade school. Take it from the guy that took second.

Off the record, I don’t have any athletic ability whatsoever.

One should never underestimate the learning obtained from childhood games. In the 1950s the games kids played were much different then those of today.

I guess I would say Valentine’s Day is a little different when you are married. Let’s at least be honest about that.

I wanted to comment on the column “I have a concern” by Jan Huntsinger in the Jan. 30 edition of the Journal.

In the 1950’s all a kid needed were sheets of red and pink construction paper, lacy paper doilies, a bottle of LePage glue, a pair of blunt scissors, a shoe box and a lot of imagination. With all this assembled we could put Hallmark to shame.

It’s hard to believe that just a year ago, I was packing up in a small town of 1,500 people – Logan, Iowa – and getting ready to move back to the “big city.”

I think I may be losing it. This morning, like everyone else in town, I got up again to drab, gray, icky daylight. I started a pot of coffee brewing and decided to do some bookkeeping stuff and pay bills.

Sure, judges and courtrooms can be challenging, but Ryan Fry has faced intense pressure his entire life.

Folks, I became painfully aware of a situation the other day as I made a visit to my husband, Don’s, final resting place.

As the horrifying numbers continue to mount from last week’s Haitian disaster – more than 200,000 at last count – Americans are feeling a collective compulsion to help.